I toast the bright moon, and facing my shadow makes friends three

From David Hinton’s translation of Li Po – The Selected Poems of Li Po

Drinking alone beneath the moon

Among the blossoms, a single jar of wine.
No one else here, I ladle it out myself.

Raising my cup, I toast the bright moon,
and facing my shadow makes friends three,

though moon has never understood wine,
and shadow only trails along behind me.

Kindred a moment with moon and shadow,
I’ve found a joy that must infuse spring:

I sing, and moon rocks back and forth;
I dance, and shadow tumbles into pieces.

Sober, we’re together and happy.  Drunk,
we scatter away into our own directions:

intimates forever, we’ll wander carefree
and meet again in Star River distances

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