The Drinking Song of the King of Qin
- Poetry of Li He

The King of Qin rode the tiger to eight Poles high:

His sword shone in the air and brightened the blue sky.

His driver struck the sun with a glass-breaking sound;

All were reduced to ashes on the battleground.

Stars were invited to drink wine poured from dragon's head;

The golden pipa played at night would grieve the dead.

The rain treading on Dongting Lake would blow the lute;

The King ordered the moon to go back to its root.

Silver cloud on cloud made the crystal palace bright;

The gate-keeper announced it was still early night.

The phoenix in the tower sang her bewitching song;

Clear fragrance of ladies' silken dress wafted long.

The dancers drank to his health of a thousand years.

From the candles on the fairy trees rose smoke light.

From the lutist's drunken eyes streamed down copious tears.

秦王骑虎游八极，剑光照空天自碧。

羲和敲日玻璃声，劫灰飞尽古今平。

龙头泻酒邀酒星，金槽琵琶夜枨枨。

洞庭雨脚来吹笙，酒酣喝月使倒行。

银云栉栉瑶殿明，宫门掌事报一更。

花楼玉凤声娇狞，海绡红文香浅清，

黄鹅跌舞千年觥。

仙人烛树蜡烟轻，清琴醉眼泪泓泓。