Amongst the flowers I

am alone with my pot of wine

drinking by myself； then lifting

my cup I asked the moon

to drink with me， its reflection

and mine in the wine cup， just

the three of us； then I sigh

for the moon cannot drink，

and my shadow goes emptily along

with me never saying a word；

with no other friends here， I can

but use these two for company；

in the time of happiness， I

too must be happy with all

around me； I sit and sing

and it is as if the moon

accompanies me； then if I

dance， it is my shadow that

dances along with me； while

still not drunk， I am glad

to make the moon and my shadow

into friends， but then when

I have drunk too much， we

all part； yet these are

friends I can always count on

these who have no emotion

whatsoever； I hope that one day

we three will meet again，

deep in the Milky Way.