I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers.
We are always three – counting my shadow and my friend the shimmering moon.
Happily the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty.
When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities the guests must depart; this sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me.
(Li-Po, séc. VIII – tradução J. C. Cooper)