I sat srinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
The birds were gone, and men also few.
Li T'ai-po
tr. Waley
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I would like to translate this poem
Typo: 1st line: srinking should be drinking