Immortals on the Magpie Bridge
I’d gam’d in bright lights to my heart’s content,
And on horseback strong bows I had oft bent.
That unconstrain’d life who remembers still?
Almost half of th’ drunkards with their enfeoffments thrill,
While I alone become a fisherman on th’ rill.
My little boat measures eight chi in length,
With three thatched awnings lacking in strength.
Yet is has to its own th’ scenes of Pingzhou.
Th’ Mirror Lake belongs to the free and low
From of old. What’s th’ need for th’ throne his favour to show?