Classic Poem

O don't you see the waters of the Yellow River pouring
from the sky,
Rushing downward to the sea never to return?

O don't you see the mirrors in the mansions where they
grieve for graying hair,
Black silk floss at dawning that by dusk has turned to snow?
When you have some little triumph, you must fully taste the
joy,
And never let a golden cup go to waste beneath the moon.

Heaven gave me talent, it will surely be employed
If I spend a thousand coins, they will come back to me.
Stew the lamb, butcher the ox, and let the fun begin.
We must have three hundred cups once we start our binge.

Master Cen Young Danqiu.
Don't you stop when the wine is here.
I will sing a song for you.
Please favor me and lend an ear.
Bells and drums and dishes of jade are nothing to be prized:
Just vow to be forever drunk, be done with being sober
The wise and worthy of ancient times all are silent now;
It's only the good drinkers who have left behind a name.

When the Prince of Chen in former times partied at Pingle
Hall,
With dippers of wine, ten times a thousand, they gave
themselves to
joking and joy.
How could the host be saying that the money is running low?
I must quickly buy more wine and pour some more for you.

A horse with five florets. A thousand coin robe
I'll call the boy to take them out to swap for wonderful wine
And together we'll dissolve the sorrows of ten thousand things
gone by.