A jug of wine beneath the blossom splendor …
No-one around aside from me …
Raising my cup toward the shining moon
I faced my shadow, the third pal in our round.
The moon is useless when it comes to drink, though,
And my shadow only followed me around.
Yet they were company at least, shadow and moon,
Enhancing my delight while springtime drew toward its close.
I sang a song; the moon swayed back and forth with glee.
I hopped and danced; my shadow followed stumbling after me.
We liked each other’s company while I was drinking.
Once I was drunk, they left me, each one by himself.
It seems we roam about through vastness, aimlessly, forever.
Let’s meet again when we have reached the Star Stream’s end!