WRITTEN AT RANDOM
遣兴
Drunken, I’d laugh my fill,
醉里且贪欢笑,
Having no time to be grieved.
要愁那得功夫?
Books of the ancients may say what they will;
近来始觉古人书,
They cannot be wholly believed.
信着全无是处。
Drunken last night beneath a pine tree,
昨夜松边醉倒,
I ask if it liked me so drunk.
问松我醉何如?
Afraid it would bend to try to raise me,
只疑松动要来扶,
“Be off!” I said and pushed its trunk.
以手推松曰去!