You do not see,
the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky,
rushing to the sea and never returning.
You do not see,
in the high hall,
the bright mirror weeps for the white hair,
morning like green silk,
evening like snow.
When life is triumphant,
one must revel to the fullest,
do not let the golden cup face the moon empty.
Heaven has given me talent that must be used,
even if I scatter all my wealth,
it will come back again.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle just for joy,
we must drink three hundred cups at a time.
Cen Fu, Dan Qiu Sheng,
advance the wine,
do not stop the cups.
I will sing you a song,
please listen attentively for me.
The sound of bells and drums and delicacies made of jade are not precious enough,
but I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up.
Since ancient times,
sages have been lonely,
only those who drink leave their names behind.
Chen Wang once held a banquet at Pingyue,
drinking ten thousand per cup with abandonment and fun.
Why does the host say he has little money? Just buy some and pour it out for you to drink.
Five-color horses,
ten thousand gold fur coats,
call the children to bring them out to exchange for fine wine,
and share the eternal sorrow with you.