from Waking from Drunkenness on a Spring Day by Li Po (701 – 762)
And as wine was there I filled my own cup.
Wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;
When my song was over, all my senses had gone.
By placid lake, alone, I drink my wine.
On life’s travels she’s my only constant, my
eternity, my love; the moon is mine.
Tonight my bliss is doubled – see her shine
her lustrous blushes from both inky sky
and placid lake. Alone, I drink my wine.
The more I drink, the more we lovers pine –
‘my love for you is waxing’, hear her sigh
eternally. My love – the moon – is mine!
Emboldened, I reach out. She can’t decline
my touch now – feel her shivers echoed by
the placid lake. Alone, I drink my wine.
She winks at my immersion; we entwine
our heavenly bodies. ‘I am yours!’ I cry,
‘eternally, my love, as you are mine!’
She takes away my breath and I resign
my being. Lifeless, in her embrace I lie
on placid lake, alone. I’ve drunk my wine.
Eternally, in death; the moon is mine.
understand you are moonstruck
baby i have no mean streak
but i almost had a weakness
at the point where we could kiss
when you reached out i nearly dared kiss dear
and yet i have a darker side
do you forget i have a dark side
you should remember it is so
you said alcohol distils truth yet only the wise know
and i almost had a weakness
but i will no longer accept mans tricks
though i will play my own you are moonstruck
so lay down your head my precious
and fall to sleep with the fishes