名人诗歌|Before The Cask of Wine

The spring wind comes from the east and quickly passes，

Leaving faint ripples^{1 in the wine of the golden bowl.}

The flowers fall， flake^{2 after flake， myriads3 together.}

You， pretty girl， wine-flushed，

Your rosy^{4 face is rosier5 still.}

How long may the peach and plum trees flower

By the green-painted house？

The fleeting^{6 light deceives man，}

Brings soon the stumbling age.

Rise and dance

In the westering sun

While the urge of youthful years is yet unsubdued！

What avails to lament^{7 after one's hair has turned white}

like silken threads？