On the Death of the Good Brewer of Hsuan-Cheng, by Li Bai

On the Death of the Good Brewer of Hsuan-Cheng

So, old man, you're down where the yellow waters flow.
Well, I imagine you are still brewing the "Old Springtime."
But since there's no Li Po on the Terrace of Night,
To what sort of people do you sell your wine?

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