Drinking lonely with the moon, No.3
Author: Bai Li(AD701-AD762, Tang Dynasty)
Translator: Lei Fan 2017 in Chicago
It is March in the mighty city Chang’an,
Thousand flowers blossom like lavish brocades.
Who feels the same sorrow in this spring like me,
Drinking excessively, paying no attention to the sceneries.
Rich or poor, long lived or die-young,
It is all controlled by destiny, given by the creator.
In front of a cup of wine, life and death is commensurate,
Not mentioning nothing can be judged and concluded.
I am lost between the heaven and earth when inebriated,
Plunging myself into the lonely pillow.
In the dream, I can no longer feel the existence of self,
This might be the most joyful sensation brought by wine.