Classic Poem

At Peach Blossom Bank is Peach Blossom Retreat,
in Peach Blossom Retreat is the Immortal of Peach Blossoms!
The Immortal of Peach Blossoms planted the peach trees:
he plucks the blossoms and sells them for money to buy wine!
When he's sober, he just sits beneath the blossoms.
When he's drunk, he comes to lie beneath the blossoms.
Half sober, half drunk, day after day,
blossoms fall, blossoms bloom, year after year.
I wish only to grow old and die among blossoms and wine;
I have no desire to bow down before men in horse-drawn carriages!
Carriage-dust and horses' hoofs: these are the pleasure of the rich!
Winecups and blossoming branches: these are the karma of the poor!
If you compare the rich and noble with the poor and humble:
the former are on level ground, the latter are in heaven!
If you compare blossoms and wine with horses and carriages:
they get to gallop around, we get to relax!
Others may laugh at me for being so crazy;
I laugh at them for not seeing things clearly.
Don't they realize? — The tombs of the great at Five Mounds:
no wine there, no blossoms — they're plowed into fields.