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.