苏庠·《诉衷情·渔父家风·醉中赠书道士》英译

杖头挑得布囊行，

活计有谁争？

不肯侯家五鼎，

碧涧一杯羹。

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溪上月，

岭头云，

不劳耕。

瓮中春色，

枕上华胥，

便是长生。

Telling Innermost Feeling

Written in the Style of a Fisherman

While Drunk for a Taoist Roamer

Su Xiang

You roam about, carrying two bags with a pole,

Without dispute with any soul.

Dainty dishes from noble lords you won’t cajole;

You need but plain food in a bowl.

The moon on the stream still,

The clouds over the hill,

The field you need not till.

A jar of vernal wine,

A dream on pillow fine.

What a long life divine!