DOWN ZHONGNAN MOUNTAIN TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWL OF HUSI

    Li Bai

    Down the blue mountain in the evening,

    Moonlight was my homeward escort.

    Looking back, I saw my path

    Lie in levels of deep shadow…。

    I was passing the farm-house of a friend,

    When his children called from a gate of thorn

    And led me twining through jade bamboos

    Where green vines caught and held my clothes.

    And I was glad of a chance to rest

    And glad of a chance to drink with my friend…。

    We sang to the tune of the wind in the pines；

    And we finished our songs as the stars went down,

    When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy,

    Between us we forgot the world.