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Lo-yang has a confused old man
Who can't distinguish black from white.
Although he seems wild and boorish
He is no fool in planning for himself.
Observe the food on his plate,
Neither fine nor coarse;
Observe the clothes on his body,
Neither too much nor too little.
Now is precisely the right time in the Heavens,
Neither too cold nor too hot.
All the humors in one's body are harmonized,
One is troubled neither with hunger nor thirst.
Idly I lift the wine jug,
Tipsily face someone's house to rest.
Jung Ch'i delights in coarse food,
In half-cooked fish,
In sleeping or wrestling with the coverlets,
In playing the lute,
While Liu Ling flourishes
Mending his hoe.
I open my eyes
To see the green mountains,
Letting my head
Grow what white hairs it will.
Not knowing how many years
I shall have in this world,
From now to the end
I'll live day and night in idleness.
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