1. As the wine cup swayed tipsily towards us,
Carried by a full moon whose beauty sought nothing but good company,

2. On legs that drunkenness almost toppled over -
Yet somehow kept their balance in that revelry,

3. Having kissed her red lips and sipped the wine from her mouth,
I chased after pleasure, from pleasure derived,

4. Of a beauty rivaling the wine cup, and abundance
That mingled the spirits of us revelers in kindness,

5. As if the green pastures were goblets
Brimming with cool, sparkling wine that kept overflowing,

6. As if the water's expanse was a pool
That armed itself with waves and ranks of foam,

7. As if the willow's embrace of the cloud was a union
Of a weeping lover's farewell mingled with tears,

8. As if the green banks laughing brooks
Parted the darkness at dawn with their fluttering wings,

9. As if the meadows were a generous host
Laying out his beauty for us on a day of light rain.