With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.
I drink alone, and where are my friends?
Ah, the moon above looks down on me,
I call and lift my cup to his brightness.
And see, there goes my shadow before me.
Hoo! We're a party of tree, I say-
Though the poor moon can't drink,
And my shadow but dances around me,
We're all friends to-night,
The drinker, the moon and the shadow.
Let our revelry be suited to the spring!
I sing, the wild moon wanders the sky,
I dance, my shadow goes tumbling about.
While we're awake, let us join the carousal.
Only sweet drunkenness shall ever part us.
Let us pledge a friendship no mortals know,
And often hail each other at evening,
Far across the vast and vaporous space!