A jug of wine amidst the flowers
I raise my cup to invite the moon
My shadow makes three of us
But the moon does not drink
And my shadow merely follows my body

We three keep together briefly
Drink and be merry in the spring

The moon spins with my song
My shadow mimics my dance

Let's make the best of the moment
We'll part after we've drunk our fill

But let us cherish our friendship
Until we meet again, if ever. . .

A Touch of Zen (1971)