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Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River descend from Heaven, rushing to the sea, never to return?
Have you not seen, in the bright mirror of the high hall, sorrow at white hair—black as silk at dawn, white as snow by dusk?
When life brings you joy, indulge in it fully; do not let the golden goblet face the moon in vain.
Heaven has given me talents, and they must be put to use; when all my gold is spent, it will come back again.
Let us cook sheep and slaughter oxen for pleasure; we must drink three hundred cups at one sitting.
Master Cen, Scholar Danqiu—bring in the wine; do not let the cups stop!
Mighty Xu moves the heavens; the Heavenly Eye penetrates all, destroying hundreds of millions of kalpas.
I shall sing you a song; please incline your ear and listen to me.
Bells, drums, delicacies, and jade are not worth prizing; I only wish to remain gloriously drunk and never wake.
Since ancient times, sages and worthies have all been lonely; only drinkers have left their names behind.
In days of old, Prince Chen feasted at Ping乐 Palace, drinking a dipper of wine worth ten thousand coins and indulging in wild merriment.
Why does the host say there is little money? Just go and buy wine, and let us drink together.
My five-flowered horse, my fur robe worth a thousand gold pieces—
Call the boy to bring them out and exchange them for fine wine; with you, I shall drown the sorrows of all eternity.
Climb the lofty hill and gaze upon the distant sea.
The bones of the six great turtles have already frosted over; where are the three sacred mountains now?
Fusang is half broken; the sun has sunk, its radiance lost.
The Silver Terrace and Golden Palace are like a dream; Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han wait in vain.
Jingwei tires itself gathering wood and stones; the giant turtles and crocodiles offer no support.
Have you not seen Mount Li and Maoling reduced entirely to ashes, climbed by a shepherd’s boy?
Mighty Xu moves; the Heavenly-Eye dharani mantra.
Thieves seize treasures and jade—what can spirits ultimately do?
Waging war and abusing force is as it is today; how could one ride the flying dragon from Dinghu?