DOWN ZHONGNAN MOUNTAIN TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWL OF HUSI

DOWN ZHONGNAN MOUNTAIN TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWL OF HUSI

    Li Bai

    Down the blue mountain in the evening,

    Moonlight was my homeward escort.

    Looking back, I saw my path

    Lie in levels of deep shadow…。

    I was passing the farm-house of a friend,

    When his children called from a gate of thorn

    And led me twining through jade¹ bamboos

    Where green vines caught and held my clothes.

    And I was glad of a chance to rest

    And glad of a chance to drink with my friend…。

    We sang to the tune² of the wind in the pines；

    And we finished our songs as the stars went down,

    When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy,

    Between us we forgot the world.