《将进酒》 李白

“Future Indulgence,” Li Bai

Look, the Yellow River’s waves roll from the sky, running to the ocean, never to return.

Look, the melancholy of white hair in front of a clear glass, like green silk at dawn and snow at dusk.

Life’s triumphs must serve indulgence, let not an empty golden grail face the moon.

My innate talents will prove value, the dispersion of a thousand gold will reunite.

For pleasure we slaughter cattle and cook lambs, drink in cups of three hundreds.

Fuzi Cen, Dan Qiu Sheng. Future indulgences, ceaseless cup.

Song a tune for you, please listen with tilted ears for me.

Decadence in sound and taste do not satisfy, if only for a long drunkenness with no awakening.

Only loneliness accompanies saints and sages, only drinkers mark History.

King Chen dined in ancient luxury, ten thousand for a jug, drenched in pleasure.

Why do you worry about the money in your hands? Just enough for a jug of wine for you and me.

Fancy horses, a coat worth ten thousands coins, trade them all for fine wine.

Let us drink to eternal indulgence and cast away the sorrow of ten thousand years.​

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