Among the flowers from a pot of wine
  I drink alone beneath the bright moonshine.
  I raise my cup to invite the moon, who blends
  Her light with my shadow and we're three friends.
  The moon does not know how to drink her share;
  In vain my shadow follows me here and there.
  Together with them for the time I stay
  And make merry before spring's spend away.
  I sing the moon to linger with my song;
  My shadow disperses as I dance along.
  Sober, we three remain cheerful and gay;
  Drunken, we part and each goes his way.
  Our friendship will outshine all earthly love;
  Next time we'll meet beyond the stars above.