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Upon the Rebels' Retreat: Displayed to the Prefectural Officers
For twenty winters in the mountain woods.
My courtyard fed on bubbling mountain springs,
And deep ravines before my threshold lay.
The village taxes had their settled terms,
And when the sun was high, I still could sleep.
Then sudden changes struck the state and world,
And years were spent amidst the dust of war.
Now sent to rule this border commandery,
I find the mountain tribes in fierce turmoil.
The city is too small for rebels' blades,
Yet destitute, the suffering people weep.
While neighboring lands have fallen to the foe,
This single prefecture remains entire.
Yet I, who bear the sovereign's sacred charge,
Am I more cruel than the bandit hordes?
Those officers who come to wring out dues
Oppress the folk as flames roast flesh and bone.
Who would destroy the lives of innocent men
Just to acquire a reputation now?
I yearn to cast my official seal aside,
Take up a pole and push my fishing boat,
To lead my household where the wheat and fish
Provide an old age by the lakes and streams.
泉源在庭戶,洞壑當門前。
井稅有常期,日[晏]猶得眠。
忽然遭世變,數歲親戎旃。
今來典斯郡,山夷又紛然。
城小賊不屠,人貧傷可憐。
是以陷隣境,此州獨見全。
使臣將王命,豈不如賊焉。
今彼徴斂者,迫之如火煎。
誰能絕人命,以作時世賢。
思欲委符節,引竿自刺船。
將家就魚麥,歸老江湖邊。
Spring sources at courtyard door, grotto valleys facing gate front.
Well taxes had regular periods, day late still got to sleep.
Suddenly met world changes, several years touched military banners.
Now come govern this commandery, mountain barbarians again turbulent.
City small rebels not slaughter, people poor wounded pitiful.
Therefore陷 adjacent borders, this prefecture alone seen whole.
Envoy minister holds king's mandate, how not like rebels fire.
Now those taxation collectors, press them like fire roasting.
Who can cut off people's lives, to make temporal age worthies.
Thinking desire abandon tally seals, pull pole self punt boat.
Taking family follow fish wheat, returning to age rivers lakes side.