Mountain Drinking Song -- Li Bai
To drown the old sorrows,
We drank a hundred jugs of wine
There in the beautiful night.
We couldn't go to bed while
The moon was so bright.
Finally the wine overcame us
And we lay down on the empty mountain-
The earth for our pillow,
And a blanket made of heaven.
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Poem selected by Dawn Stanton, translated by Hamil.
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The great Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai (701-762) was born in Suiye, China. His family moved to Jiangyou (170 km from Chengdu) when he was 5 years old. Li Bai left Jiangyou at the age of 20 and traveled throughout much of his life.
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