Describing My Feelings While Living in Retirement by the Riverside: Seven Poems to the Tune “Ch'ing-p'ing-yüeh”
The oriole songs hold me to look at the mountains
even longer.
Before I leave, I glance back once again.
Although there is spring beauty everywhere,
the warm breeze, the light vapor,
the pale mist and fine rain
are mostly in the willows by the river.
I know I have no political skill,
nor any ambition to be granted a fief
with an official seal big as a dipper.
Who needs millionaire friends from Gold Valley
to have a good time?
I'll just find a man willing to pawn his clothes—
so we can get drunk together on Chin-ling wine!
even longer.
Before I leave, I glance back once again.
Although there is spring beauty everywhere,
the warm breeze, the light vapor,
the pale mist and fine rain
are mostly in the willows by the river.
I know I have no political skill,
nor any ambition to be granted a fief
with an official seal big as a dipper.
Who needs millionaire friends from Gold Valley
to have a good time?
I'll just find a man willing to pawn his clothes—
so we can get drunk together on Chin-ling wine!
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