A pot of wine among the flowers.
I drink alone, no friend with me.
I raise my cup to invite the moon.
He and my shadow and I make three.
The moon does not know how to drink;
My shadow mimes my capering;
But I’ll make merry with them both –
And soon enough it will be spring.
I sing – the moon moves to and fro.
I dance – my shadow leaps and sways.
Still sober, we exchange our joys.
Drunk – and we’ll go our separate ways.
Let’s pledge – beyond human ties – to be friends,
And meet where the Silver River ends.
– Li Bai
(Silver River refers to the Milky Way)
Well this Chinese poem says everything I could have about solitude, friendship and wine.