THE LITTLE FÊTE

The little fête

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 my drinking, and my shadow is never thirty.
When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence.
When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities the gests must depart;
This sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me.

Li Po (II A.C.)
trad. J.C.Cooper
canta - Vangelis