Amidst the flowers a jug¹ of wine，

　　I pour alone lacking companionship.

　　So raising the cup I invite the Moon，

　　Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.

　　Because the Moon does not know how to drink，

　　My shadow merely follows the movement of my body.

　　The moon has brought the shadow to keep me company a while，

　　The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.

　　I start a song and the moon begins to reel，

　　I rise and dance and the shadow moves grotesquely².

　　While I'm still conscious let's rejoice with one another，

　　After I'm drunk let each one go his way.

　　Let us bind³ ourselves for ever for passionless journeyings.

　　Let us swear to meet again far in the Milky⁴ Way.