Poems of Bai Juyi
Spending the Night on the Lake
Eveningwards and heaven and lake dark blue.
Rosy light layers deep the long tree shadows.
A thousand cold billows rise to immerse the moon.
Frost on new orange buds, like a forest of gold.
Fortunate to have no work, I am free to drink.
Even though there is music, I won't bother to sing.
Ten painted boats here. So where will I sleep.
At the foot of the mountains far out on the lake.
It is 825. Bai Juyi is living in Luoyang with a big income and no work to do. So he is out on some ornamental lake in the hills, drinking and listening to the music of other parties who float around on painted boats. Tough life. But soon he will be made Governor of Suzhou and will have to work long, hard hours for the first time in his life.