Drinking in the Mountains with a Recluse by Li Po

Drinking together among mountain blossoms, we
down a cup, another, and yet another. Soon drunk,

I fall asleep, and you wander off. Tomorrow morning,
if you think of it, grab your ch’in and come again.

translated by David Hinton

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