I take a bottle of wine and I go to drink it among the flowers. We are always three - counting my shadow and my friend the shimmering moon. Happily the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty.

When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too.

After all festivities the guests must depart; this sadness I do not know. When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me.

(Li-Po, 700-talet)