A Mountain Revelry

by Li Bai

Ong Schan Tchow, Pine In moonlight, 2012

　　To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,

　　We drained a hundred jugs of wine.

　　A splendid night it was . . . .

　　In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,

　　But at last drunkenness overtook us;

　　And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,

　　The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.

　　Li Po