English Rendering
It snowed on southern shore last night;
You drank alone with keen delight.
Clouds float for miles and miles like rolled-up mountains high;
The lonely moon drifts in the midst of the sky.
The same lonely moon swims in Silver River clear;
The evening star is bright when Dipper stars appear.
You think of me drinking on a night white with frost;
The golden well with rails of jade in ice is lost.
Men live like floating clouds within a hundred years,So we should drink our fill like our ancient compeers.
You cannot do as the eunuchs fond of cock fight,Who blow their breath like rainbow bright.
You cannot do as the general with sword in hand,Who won his violet robe by slaughter on the land.
Writing verse or prose,by north window you remain;
Ten thousand words not worth a cup of water plain.
Hearing of this,people would turn their heads away,Just as a horse with ears hurt by east wind would neigh The fish's eye mistaken for a pearl laughs at me,Saying I cannot shine as the moon or as he.
A horse can't gallop when it has nothing to eat;
A donkey brays in spring breeze though crippled in feet.
The common people like to sing the vulgar thing How could the sacred lute please a segular king?
