To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,
We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
A splendid night it was . . . .
In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,
But at last drunkenness overtook us;
And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,
The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.
Live it to the fullest.
Ah, wish I had a time machine. First trip, sit on the rocking boat, drinking wine with Li Po and telling him stories about Rexroth. Laughter and a full moon.