"A Homily on Ideals in Life, Uttered in Springtime on Rising From a Drunken Slumber"

A Homily on Ideals in Life, Uttered in Springtime on Rising From a Drunken Slumber

by

Li Po


Since Life is but a dream,

Why toil to no avail?

Therefore it is that drunk all day

Listless beneath my porch I lay.

Waking, across the lawn I peer.

A bird from out the blossoms cried.

Tell me what season of the year,

What day may this day be?

'Twas a chance oriole

That babbled on the springtime gale.

At thought of which I all but sighed:

But then again addressed me to my bowl;

And sang with mighty din

To usher the moon in.

And now my song is done — Ay me,

I have forgot the theme.



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