I take my wine jug¹ out among the flowers

　　to drink alone， without friends.

　　I raise my cup to entice² the moon.

　　That， and my shadow， makes us three.

　　But the moon doesn't drink，

　　and my shadow silently follows.

　　I will travel with moon and shadow，

　　happy to the end of spring.

　　When I sing， the moon dances.

　　When I dance， my shadow dances， too.

　　We share life's joys when sober.

　　Drunk， each goes a separate way.

　　Constant friends， although we wander，

　　we'll meet again in the Milky³ Way.