"Taking the Wine" by Li Bai
Have you not seen how the waters of the Yellow River flow from the sky, rushing towards the sea, never to return?
Have you not seen how the bright mirror in the grand hall reflects the sorrow of white hair, as morning turns the black strands into snow?
In the prime of life, one should enjoy oneself to the fullest, never letting a golden goblet go empty under the moon.
Naturally, my talents will be put to good use, even if I were to squander a fortune, it will return to me.
Roasting lamb and slaughtering cows bring me joy, but I must drink three hundred cups to truly revel.
My dear friends Cen and Danqiu, let us raise our cups and never stop toasting.
Let me sing a song for you, I ask that you lend me your ears.
Precious are the bells, drums, and sumptuous feasts, but I only wish to remain drunk and never wake.
Throughout history, the wise and virtuous have all been lonely, only those who savor wine leave their names behind.
In ancient times, King Chen held a banquet in Ping Le, indulging in ten thousand cups of merriment and jest.
The host, why speak of a lack of wealth, when all one needs to do is buy and pour for you, my dear friend?
Five splendid steeds and a robe of a thousand gold coins, call for the boy to bring forth the finest wine,
Together, let us drink away the sorrows of countless generations.