Going to Drink
by Li Bai of Tang Dynasty
Don’t you see the water in the Yellow River comes from heaven,
Which flows to the sea and never returns?
Don’t you see it’s so sad with white hair in the clear mirror in the high hall,
Which is like black silk in the morning, but snowy in the evening?
Enjoy to the utmost when life is in complacence;
Don’t let the golden cups facing the moon for nothing.
I must be useful if Heaven endows me with talent.
Thousands of gold taels, if spent, will come again.
Let’s slaughter sheep and cattle to be happy;
If able, one should drink three hundred cups of wine.
Scholar Cen, Hermit Danqiu1,
We’re going to drink,
Don’t put down cups.
I will sing for you;
Give your ear to my singing, please.
Don’t think bells, drums, feasts and jade are valuable;
I wish to be in eternal drunkenness, and never sober.
Scholars and sages of olden times are all lonely and unknown;
Only drinkers can leave their names behind.
Prince Chen once had a banquet in Pingle Garden2,
Indulged in merry-making, drinking wine, a bushel worth ten thousand.
How can the host say to have only a little money?
He should directly go to buy wine and drink with you.
Five-colored steeds, thousand-worth fur coats,
Let my son take them to exchange for wine.
So that I can banish the eternal sorrow with you.
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