葡萄美酒夜光杯,
欲饮琵琶马上催。
醉卧沙场君莫笑,
古来征战几人回。
Fine vintage in the goblets that glow at night,
But Pipa blare urges us to ride and fight.
Don’t sneer if we lie drunk on the battleground;
Time rarely sees fighters come back safe and sound.