Golden cup of sake for a hundred bushels, fine dishes worth ten thousand coins. When the long wind breaks the waves, there will be a time; I will hoist my cloud-sailed sails and cross the boundless sea. Sol
May your blessings be everlasting, and last for a thousand years. Joy and laughter exhaust themselves in delight—how happy, ever-enduring. — “Book of Odes (Shijing)” Sol
When will the bright moon come? Raising my cup, I ask the clear sky. I do not know what palaces are above in the heavens; tonight—what year is it? I only hope that people will live long, and together, though miles apart, we may share the beauty of the moon. Sol