Seeing Off Office Manager Cheng of the Guard Command on His Return Home
This humble fellow is getting into his dotage[1],
being sickly, my muddle-headedness increases.
Of those I often have contact with
I remember one, but don’t recognize ten.
I met Master Cheng only recently,
when talking with him, outstanding talent shows.
My ears and eyes are opened by his graciousness,
I strongly feel that it gets through to my understanding.
After a thousand years I have found my Bao Shu,
I have achieved something by his willingness to befriend me.
Purpose concentrated, an old cypress green,
your sense of right stirs a long serpent hibernating[2].
If I could see this person often,
it would console my weeping, hair hanging white.
When you announced your departure so soon,
a hundred cares again beset me.
Within I am embarrassed that my chimney is not blackened,
but you have brought fine delicacies to help out.
On a white string you carry a long fish,
sapphire ale is accompanied by jade grains of rice.
At the end of my rope, I see how a real friend behaves,
the age is blocked, I grieve at the hard ways.
The east wind blows on the springtime ice,
far and wide the holy soil is wet.
When I think on you, be sparing with your wings,
once having eaten your fill, think on folding them.
Be not the eagle that soars through the clouds,
when hearing a shout, speeds toward the bird.
单词释义
[1] dotage [ˈdəʊtɪdʒ] n. 年老体衰; 年老昏聩;
[2] hibernate [ˈhaɪbəneɪt] v. 冬眠; 蛰伏;