Искусствоед
Li Po
Overnight with a Friend
To bathe, to let float away the griefs of a
and then to drown
in a hundred jugs of wine.
A thousand ages,
pretty night, perfect for talk, for pholosophy
and a moon so bright. What sort of man could
sleep?
Finally, finally really drunk, we slept
in the open, on the mountainside,
Heaven and Earth, our covers, our pillows.
transl. by J.P. Seaton
Overnight with a Friend
To bathe, to let float away the griefs of a
and then to drown
in a hundred jugs of wine.
A thousand ages,
pretty night, perfect for talk, for pholosophy
and a moon so bright. What sort of man could
sleep?
Finally, finally really drunk, we slept
in the open, on the mountainside,
Heaven and Earth, our covers, our pillows.
transl. by J.P. Seaton