O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?

The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult.

This cream will help one's nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline.

Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around. On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?

Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles