I am free from ties and can live a life of retirement. When I rise from sleep, I play with books and harp. - Tao Yuanming

There were often times when we had no wine to drink, However, this morning we fill the empty beakers. Over the new spring wine midges hover— When will we ever taste its like again? Tables with funeral meats stand piled high before us, Old friends and relatives come and weep beside us. We try to speak but cannot utter words, We try to see but our eyes are dim. Once he used to sleep within the lofty hall, Now he will spend the night out on the lonely moor. Leaving the city gate we accompanied him thither But we were back again before midnight had come.

Let us drink and enjoy together the wine you have brought:
For my course is set and cannot now be altered.

At a single glance I survey the whole Universe.
He will never be happy, whom such pleasures fail to please!