In length of days and soundness of limb you and I are one;
Our eyes are not wholly blind, nor our ears quite deaf. Deep drinking we lie together, fellows of a spring day;
Or gay-hearted boldly break into gatherings of young men. When, seeking flowers, we borrowed his horse, the river-keeper was vexed;
When, to play on the water, we stole his boat, the Duke Ling was sore.