Lot Essay
The poem can be translated:
'With every litre of wine Taibo composes a hundred poems,
At the market of Chang'an it's in the wine shop he would sleep.
The Son of Heaven beckons but he refuses to board the ship,
Calling out "your vassal is the Immortal in Wine!"'
'With every litre of wine Taibo composes a hundred poems,
At the market of Chang'an it's in the wine shop he would sleep.
The Son of Heaven beckons but he refuses to board the ship,
Calling out "your vassal is the Immortal in Wine!"'