Drunken Sleep - Poem by Du Mu
Autumn wine rain in well made
Cold house fall leaf in
Hermit really much asleep
More pour one cup empty
The beer's brewed well amid the autumn rain,
The cold house sits amid the falling leaves.
The hermit spends a lot of time asleep,
He pours and drains another cup of beer.
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