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Liu Zongyuan 300 Tang Poems

DRINKING
I fill my cup with drink divine;
It is another boring day.
First let me drink to Lord of Wine,
Who helps to drive the blues away.
One draught and different I feel;
At once the world revives anew.
See what the hidden hills reveal!
The river takes on warming hue.
Exuberant at southern gate,
Leafy trees look like paradise.
With shade their roots are saturate;
All night you hear silent advice.
Drink your fill and gargle your mouth!
Drunk, you may lie on fragrant grass.
O rich revelers north and south!
What have you in your cups, alas!
Liu Zongyuan