Eternal Whispers, the waters of the Yellow River descending from Heaven, Flowing to the sea never to return. E…
Eternal Whispers, the waters of the Yellow River descending from Heaven,
Flowing to the sea never to return.
Eternal Whispers, bright mirrors in high halls lament white hair,
Morning like black silk, evening turned to snow.
When life is joyful, be Merry Maker,
Let not golden goblets face the moon in vain.
Heaven has made me talented, surely for use,
A thousand gold spent will come again.
Cook lamb, slaughter oxen, be merry,
Drink three hundred cups in one sitting.
Master Cen, Pill Hill scholar,
Bring in the wine, cups never stopping.
For you I sing a song,
Please lend me your ears.
Bells and drums, fine jade are not precious,
Only long drunkenness without waking.
Sages of old were all lonely,
Only drinkers left their names.
Prince Chen once feasted in Ping Le,
Ten thousand coins for wine, freely mocking.
Host, why speak of little money?
Just buy wine and drink with me.
Five-flower Horse, thousand-gold fur,
Call the boy to trade for fine wine,
To drown eternal sorrow with you.