王梵志·《无题诗八首·其一》英译

草屋足风尘，床无破毡卧。 

客来且唤入，地铺槁荐坐。 

家裹元无炭，柳麻且吹火。 

白酒瓦钵盛，铛子两脚破。 

鹿脯三四条，石监五六颗。 

看客只宁馨，从你痛笑我。

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Eight Untitled Poems

Wang Fan-chih

[1]

Grass hovel filled with wind and dust,

Not even a tattered blanket to sleep on.

A guest comes, I ask him in:

On the ground, a straw mat to sit on.

In the house, there are no coals,

Only willow hemp to start a fire.

Bland wind is stored in an earthen jug;

The wine kettle has two broken legs.

There’re three or four strips of dried deer meat

And five or six chunks of rock salt.

I see! This isn’t good enough for you,

It hurts; the laugh’s on me.