Forcing Myself to Drink

If I don't do Zen meditation to wipe out deluded thoughts
then I must pace around drunkenly, spouting crazy songs.
Otherwise in the autumn moon, evenings of springtime breeze,
how to cope with these idle yearnings for the past?
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Po Chü-i
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