Arthur Waley,
The Poet Li Po
(1919)
“ In the evening flakes of snow! Snatch the joys of life as they come and use them to the fill;Do not leave the silver cup idly glinting at the moon.The things Heaven madeMan was meant to use;A thousand guilders scattered to the wind may come back again.Roast mutton and sliced beef will only taste wellIf you drink with them at one sitting three hundred cups.Master Ts'ēn Ts'an,Doctor Tan-ch'iu,Here is wine: do not stop drinking,But listen, please, and I will sing you a song.Bells and drums and fine food, what are they to me,Who only want to get drunk and never again be sober? ”
