WRITTEN AT RANDOM
遣兴
Drunken, I’d laugh my fill,
醉里且贪欢笑，
Having no time to be grieved.
要愁那得功夫？
Books of the ancients may say what they will;
近来始觉古人书，
They cannot be wholly believed.
信着全无是处。
Drunken last night beneath a pine tree,
昨夜松边醉倒，
I ask if it liked me so drunk.
问松我醉何如？
Afraid it would bend to try to raise me,
只疑松动要来扶，
“Be off!” I said and pushed its trunk.
以手推松曰去！