清夜無塵，
月色如銀。
The moon is silver bright. Fill my wine cup
酒斟時、須滿十分。
浮名浮利，
Till it brims up! Why toil with pain
虛苦勞神。
嘆隙中駒，
For wealth and fame in vain? Time flies as a steed white
石中火，
夢中身。
Passes a gap in flight. Like a spark in the dark
雖抱文章，
開口誰親？
Or a dream of moonbeam. Though I can write,
且陶陶、樂盡天真。
幾時歸去？
Who thinks I'm right? Why not enjoy
作個閒人。
對一張琴，
Like a mere boy? So I would be / A man carefree.
一壺酒，
一溪雲。
I would be mute before my lute; / Fine before wine; And proud as cloud.