The rhyme is ch’in/in/shin/ch’un; tones match and parallel expression occurs in the second and third couplets.
At first we found it difficult to relate;
now we are inseparable.
Wine Immortal and town recluse get together;
heroine and poet are one at heart.
We’ve pretty well agreed on love;
a novel trio we make—moon, she and me.
We hold hands in moonlit East Fortress;
tipsy, we drop to the ground like plum blossoms in spring.