Do you not see the Yellow River come from the sky, Rushing into the sea and ne'er come back?
Do you not see the mirror bright in chamber high, Grieve o'er your snow-white hair that once was silken back?
When hopes are won, oh, drink your fill in high delight, And never leave your wine cup empty in moonlight!
Heaven has made us talents; we're not made in vain, A thousand gold coins spent, more will turn up again.
Kill a cow, cook a sheep and let us merry be, And drink three hundred cupfuls of wine in high glee!
Dear friends of mine, Cheer up, cheer up! Do not put down your cup!
I will sing you a song, please hear, O hear! Lend me a willing ear!
What difference will rare and costly dishes make, I want only to get drunk and ne'er to wake.
How many great men were forgotten through the ages? Great drinkers are better known than sober sages.
The Prince of Poets feasted in his palace at will, Drank wine at ten thousand coins a cask and laughed his fill.
A host should not complain of money he is short; To drink together we'd sell things of any sort.
The fur coat worth a thousand coins of gold.
And flower-dappled horse may both be sold, To buy good wine that we may drown the woes age-old.