You, gentleman, sees not that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, which torrents towards the sea never to return. You, gentleman, sees not that under vaulted halls a shining mirror grieves the chalk-coloured hair, which by dawn was like black silk but turned snow-like by dusk. To live and to satisfy life is to exhaust all joys and pleasures, do not let a golden chair sit idly with nought but the moon opposite. The talents I was born with I must use, a thousand wealths scattered will again come. A steed with five-coloured hide, a fur with a thousand golden inlays, call upon to take good wine a son to leave home, with thee we shall pass this eternal melancholy.-Li Bai