長風連日作大浪,不能廢人運酒舫。
我持長瓢坐巴丘,酌飲四坐以散愁。
And set their sails and sent them back for more. On the shores of the Lake were jutting slabs of rock And under the rocks there flowed an icy stream. Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands In those cold waters was a joy beyond compare! * * * * * Of gold and jewels I have not any need; For Caps and Coaches I do not care at all. But I wish I could sit on the rocky banks of the Lake For ever and ever staring at the Stone Fish.