A painted boat carrying wine

A painted boat carrying wine- West Lake is good.
Urgent rhythms and pressing tunes,
A jade cup's imperious summons,
Gently floating on tranquil ripples, appointed Sleeping Drunk.

The moving clouds somehow are under the moving boat.
Empty water's clear and fresh,
Look up, look down, I linger on,
I feel as if here on this lake there is another heaven.

画船载酒西湖好
急管繁弦
玉盏催传
稳泛平波任醉眠

行云却在行舟下
空水澄鲜
俯仰流连
疑是湖中别有天