Life in the world is but a big dream;
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying helpless at the porch in front of my door.

When I awoke, I blinked at the garden-lawn;
A lonely bird was singing amid the flowers.
I asked myself, had the day been wet or fine?
The Spring wind was telling the mango-bird.

Moved by its song I soon began to sigh,.
And, as wine was there, I filled my own cup.,
Wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;
When my song was over, all my senses had gone.
translated by Arthur Waley