On Hearing That San-p'ing's Newly Brewed Chrysanthemum Wine Is Ready to Drink—Investigating with a Poem
I love wine but have no wine to drink.
You'd think I'd be sober but I'm crazier than before!
Now I hear your new brew is ready,
its color superior to the yellow of chrysanthemums!
A moonlit night—shadows calm in the tower.
A frosty sky—ocean breezes blow cool.
When will I ride off on horseback
and pour as much as I want
of that “fragrance in the jug!”
You'd think I'd be sober but I'm crazier than before!
Now I hear your new brew is ready,
its color superior to the yellow of chrysanthemums!
A moonlit night—shadows calm in the tower.
A frosty sky—ocean breezes blow cool.
When will I ride off on horseback
and pour as much as I want
of that “fragrance in the jug!”
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