Fair flowers from above in my goblet are
shining,
And add by reflection an infinite zest ;
Through two generations I’ve lived,
unrepining,
While four mighty rulers have sunk to
their rest.
My body in health has done nothing to
spite me,
And sweet are the moments which pass
o’er my head ;
But now, with this wine and these flowers
to delight me,
How shall I keep sober and get home
to bed?
Shao Yung A.D. 1011-1072