My Fancy—To the Tune of Xijiangyue
In my drunkenness, isn't it time
Anyway, I'm too busy, for the moment,
to worry about Career, or
Only recently have I come to realize
those books by those ancient masters
can lead one, to nowhere!
Last night, after so many cups
I collapsed by a pine tree.
"How do you like it this way?"
I asked the tree.
Alas, he seemed to stoop to help me.
No—I gave him a shove—
Anchoring at Guazhou
Beyond the River lies Jingkou, from which Zhongshan
Is but a span of several mountains away.
Now that the spring breezes have reverdur'd the south bank,
When will the bright moon see me on my homebound way?
Reading The Chronicle of Shu
For a thousand years the world has fought
over things as trivial as a feather—
What a pity!—
squandering lives for nothing.
Why has nobody told that Liu the truth:
his bet is to purchase some land,
And to farm
an easy living in the country?