Drinking Alone on a River Boulder, Writing a Poem for Zhaoyi Quan
Author: Bai Li(AD701-AD762, Tang Dynasty)
Translator: Lei Fan 2016 in Chicago
I carried a flagon of wine,
Alone, step onto a boulder erecting in the river.
Since Genesis, the creation of the universe,
How many thousand feet has this rock raised?
I toast to the sky, laughing out quite loud,
My voice echoes in the sunshine from west.
I’d hope I could sit here with eternity,
Fishing solitude like recluse Ziling Yan.
I write down this poem for a friend I met in the mountain,
Zhaoyi Quan, I wish I could sing with you again!