■ 🕑 3. My cracked wooden bowl
   This treasure was discovered in a bamboo thicket --
   I washed the bowl in a spring and then mended it.
   After morning meditation, I take my gruel in it;
   At night, it serves me soup or rice.
   Cracked, worn, weather-beaten, and misshapen
   But still of noble stock!
   
   Midsummer --
   I walk about with my staff.
   Old farmers spot me
   And call me over for a drink.
   We sit in the fields
   using leaves for plates.
   Pleasantly drunk and so happy
   I drift off peacefully
   Sprawled out on a paddy bank.
   
   How can I possibly sleep
   This moonlit evening?
   Come, my friends,
   Let's sing and dance
   All night long.
   
   Stretched out,
   Tipsy,
   Under the vast sky:
   Splendid dreams
   Beneath the cherry blossoms.
   
   Wild roses,
   Plucked from fields
   Full of croaking frogs:
   Float them in  your wine
   And enjoy every minute!