English Rendering
Stainless in the clear night;
The moon is silver bright.
Fill my wine cup
Till it brims up!
Why toil with pain
For wealth and fame in vain?
Time flies as a steed white
Passes a gap in flight.
Like a spark in the dark
Or a dream of moonbeam.
Though I can write,
Who thinks I'm right?
why not enjoy
Like a mere boy?
So I would be
A man carefree.
I would be mute before my lute;
Fine before wine;
And proud as cloud.
