其六

懶慢無堪不出村，呼兒日在掩柴門。

蒼苔濁酒林中靜，碧水春風野外昏。

Nine impromptu Quatrains by Du Fu

(VI)

All in the village seems unappealing per se,

Hence, I bid my kids keep door closed every day.

Midst quiet mossy trees I’d fain sip my self-brew,

Let green rills play in wild, winds hiss, and skies turn grey.

Tr. Ziyuzile