Li Bai

I do not dare to speak in a loud voice, I fear to disturb the people in heaven.

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 Milky Way.

Lazily waving my white-feathered fan, Baring my chest in the green of the glen.

Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain.

Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li.

I climb up high and look on the four seas, Heaven and earth spreading out so far. Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn, The wind blows with the great desert's cold.

What place under heaven most hurts the heart? Laolao Ting, for seeing visitors off. The spring wind knows how bitter it is to part, The willow twig will never again be green.