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Hardships of the Road: III
Eat not the ferns on Shouyang's mountain cold.
Better to hide your light and blend with dust,
Than match the moon in proud, isolated trust.
I look across the ages and descry:
Who win renown and stay too long must die.
Was not Wu Zixu cast upon the wave?
And Qu Yuan led to a watery grave?
Did brilliant Lu Ji save his threatened head?
Or Li Si shun the trap where statesmen bleed?
Who heeds the cranes of Huating crying low?
Or Shangcai falcons stooping to the blow?
See Zhanghan of Wu, a truly wise embrace,
Who caught the autumn wind and left his place,
Returning east to where his heart belonged.
Drink down your wine while yet this life is strong—
Why seek a thousand years of empty fame
When dust has claimed your body and your name?
含光混世貴無名,何用孤高比雲月。
吾觀自古賢達人,功成不退皆殞身。
子胥既棄吳江上,屈原終投湘水濱。
陸機纔多豈自保,李斯稅駕苦不早。
華亭鶴唳詎可聞,上蔡蒼鷹何足道?君不見吳中張翰稱達士,秋風忽憶江東行。
且樂生前一杯酒,何須身後千載名。
Containing radiance and blending with the world values being without a name, how is there use in solitary loftiness compared to clouds and moon?
I observe that since antiquity wise and accomplished men, achievements completed not retiring all met with destroyed bodies.
Wu Zixu was already discarded upon the Wu River, Qu Yuan finally cast himself into the Xiang River banks.
Lu Ji with such abundant talent how could he preserve himself, Li Si unyoking his carriage regretted not early enough.
Huating's crane calls how could they be heard, Shangcai's grey falcons what are they worth mentioning?
Have you not seen the man of Wu, Zhanghan, praised as an enlightened scholar, when autumn winds suddenly remembered his journey to Jiangdong.
For now enjoy before life one cup of wine, why need after death a thousand years of fame?