To drown the ancient sorrows,
we drank a hundred jugs of wine
there in the beautiful night.
We couldn't go to bed with the moon so bright.
The finally the wine overcame us
and we lay down on the empty mountain--
the earth for a pillow,
and a blanket made of heaven.
Li T'ai-po
tr. Hamil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....love this ★ the earth for a pillow and a blanket made of heaven