into the garden…

‘Life in the world is but a big dream;
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.’
So saying, I was drunk all day,
Lying helpless at the porch in front of my door.
When I woke up I looked into the garden court;
A single bird was singing amid the flowers.
I asked myself, what season is this?
Restless the oriole chatters in the spring breeze.
Moved by its song I soon began to sigh
And as wine was there, I filled my own cup.
Noisily singing I waited for the moon to rise;
When my song was over, all my senses were gone.

Li Po (701-762 ce), The Poetry and Career of Li Po by Arthur Waley, George Allen & Unwin Publishing, 1950, p.48

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