介绍:
Pouring Ale Alone and Completing a Poem
Why are lamp sparks taken as such a joy?—
right now I feel kinship with the green lees of ale.
When drunk I don’t care being a traveler,
when a poem is done I feel there was some divine being at work.
The clash of arms is still before my eyes,
how can one make a living with a scholar’s arts?
I suffer being tied down by a minor post,
lowering my head, I am shamed before men of the wilds.
