閑居自述 – 陸遊

自許山翁懶是真，紛紛外物豈關身。

花如解笑還多事，石不能言最可人。

淨掃明窗憑素幾，閑穿密竹岸烏巾。

殘年自有青天管，便是無錐也未貧。

Self-Narrative of a Hermit by Lu You

I’m an old man in the mountain, self-exiled,

Staying away from any mind-boggling affair.

By heaven, I’d feel uneasy if flowers smiled,

Silent stones instead offer me endearing care.

I’d muse at my table, or clean the windows bright,

Or stroll in bamboo groves; a black turban I’d wear.

My twilight years are destined by heavenly might,

Even penniless, I’m content sans any scare.

Tr. Ziyuzile

31/05/2024