Life is a dream. No need to stir.
Remembering this Im drunk all day.
Lying helpless beside the porch,
Waking to see the deep garden.
One bird calls among the flowers.
Ask myself whats the season?
Song of the oriole in Spring breezes,
Voice of beauty sadly moves me.
Is there wine? Ah, fill the cup.
Sing and watch the white moon rise,
until songs end and sense is gone.
Waking from Drunken Sleep on a Spring Day.
written byLi Po
© Li Po