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Drinking with the Moon
 


Source poem:
 

Li Bai

Drinking Alone Under the Moon

Drinking with the Moon
Song lyrics

 

I drink alone under the sky,

raise my paper wine cup high

And look for friends to share this night with me.

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I toast my distant pal the Moon

Her face brightens up my mood

Casts my shadow to complete our group of three

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My home-brewed dandelion wine lifts my Shadow for a time

How we’d like to raise a cup up to the Moon

Now my Shadow starts to dance, tipsy it appears

While Moon does Macarena to the music of the spheres

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When home and heart are far away

I find company this way,

A party night for Shadow, Moon, and Me

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I pour the final dregs of wine for my Shadow one last time

And spill droplets on the meadow for the Moon

But my fading Shadow looks a bit unsteady for the road

And waning Moon is nodding to some wistful country tune.

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Let’s plan to meet again next spring

I’ll fill thermos jugs to bring to our

reunion under April’s starry sky . . .

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When home and heart are far away

I dream beneath the Milky Way

Another lonely moonlit lullaby;

That’s another lonely moonlit lullaby.

lyrcs

Li Bai, Drinking Alone Under the Moon

Alone among the flowers with a jug of wine,

Without a single friend to drink with me,

I lift my glass, call the bright moon to come

Join in –- the moon, my shadow and I make three.

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I know the moon is not a famous drinker,

My shadow’s toast no more than mimicry,

Yet for a little while the three of us

Carouse in springtime camaraderie.

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I sing – the moon sways to and fro in rhythm;

I dance – my shadow floats in harmony.

Drinking, we share our joys with one another;

After, we’ll need to find them separately.

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Let’s meet again, beyond the Silver River,

And there, my friends, resume our revelry!

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Keith Holyoak, trans., Facing the Moon, Poems of Li Bai and Du Fu (Durham: Oyster River Press, 2007) 59.

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My song: Drinking alone on a moonlit night: This is country music. In arranging my tune, I thought of early Ray Price honky-tonk numbers. Twin fiddle kick and a shuffle beat. You can two-step to this in a dance hall.

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