Author Li Po As the two of us drink together, while mountain flowers blossom beside, we down one cup after the other until I am drunk and sleepy so that you better go! Tomorrow if you feel like it do come and bring your lute along with you! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments