Искусствоед
Li Po
Drinking Alone under the Moon
I
Among the flowers, a jug of wine,
I raise my cup to invite bright moon,
And then, with my shadow, we are three.
The moon doesn't know a thing about drinking.
My shadow just follow me around.
Yet I'll go with moon and shadow,
joyfully, until the end of Spring.
I sing and the moon dances,
I dance, and my shadow tumbles.
Sober, we share the joy we knew.
Drunk, each goes his way,
Forever bound to ramble free,
we'll meet again, in the River of Clouds.
transl. by J.P. Seaton
Drinking Alone under the Moon
I
Among the flowers, a jug of wine,
I raise my cup to invite bright moon,
And then, with my shadow, we are three.
The moon doesn't know a thing about drinking.
My shadow just follow me around.
Yet I'll go with moon and shadow,
joyfully, until the end of Spring.
I sing and the moon dances,
I dance, and my shadow tumbles.
Sober, we share the joy we knew.
Drunk, each goes his way,
Forever bound to ramble free,
we'll meet again, in the River of Clouds.
transl. by J.P. Seaton