<Header>
<Author: 白居易>
<Title: 詠所樂>
<Format: 五言古詩>
<Year: 1981>
<BookName: Tu Fu -A New Translation>
<Translator: Wu, Juntao>
<TranslatedTitle: Singing of My Pleasures>
<BookPage: 296-297>
<UsedPage: 2>
<Feature: 1>
<End Header>
<Poem>
獸樂在山谷
魚樂在陂池
蟲樂在深草
鳥樂在高枝
所樂雖不同
同歸適其宜
不以彼易此
況論是與非
而我何所樂
所樂在分司
分司有何樂
樂哉人不知
官優有祿料
職散無羈縻
懶與道相近
鈍將閒自隨
昨朝拜表迴
今晚行香歸
歸來北窗下
解巾脫塵衣
冷泉灌我頂
暖水濯四肢
體中幸無疾
臥任清風吹
心中又無事
坐任白日移
或開書一篇
或引酒一巵
但得如今日
終身無厭時
<End Poem>
<Translation>
Animals enjoy mountains and valleys,
Fish enjoy marshes and ponds,
Insects enjoy deep grass,
Birds enjoy limbs of high trees.
Their pleasures are not alike
Yet they're alike in seeking pleasure.
They cannot shift from this to that,
So why talk of right or wrong?
What do I enjoy?
I enjoy holding an official post,
And should you ask
What pleasure lies in officialdom,
I reply, it's a pleasure unknown to the common man.
High rank carries good pay,
But then, idleness brings no anxiety or care.
Laziness lies close to the Way,
Dullness harmonizes with ease.
Yesterday morning I submitted a memorial;
This evening I offered incense at a temple,
Then returned home,
At the north window removed my headdress,
Took off dust-laden clothes.
A cold stream washes my head;
Warm water washes my entire body.
Luckily I have no illness.
I lie down, trusting in the pure breeze.
There's nothing pressing on my heart
As I sit, trusting in the morning sunlight.
I may open a book to read,
I may refill my wine-cup.
If I enjoy a few days like today
I'll end my days without regret.
<End Translation>
<Formatted Translation>
Animals enjoy mountains and valleys,
Fish enjoy marshes and ponds,
Insects enjoy deep grass,
Birds enjoy limbs of high trees.
Their pleasures are not alike
Yet they're alike in seeking pleasure.
They cannot shift from this to that,
So why talk of right or wrong?
What do I enjoy?
I enjoy holding an official post,
And should you ask what pleasure lies in officialdom,
I reply, it's a pleasure unknown to the common man.
High rank carries good pay,
But then, idleness brings no anxiety or care.
Laziness lies close to the Way,
Dullness harmonizes with ease.
Yesterday morning I submitted a memorial;
This evening I offered incense at a temple,
Then returned home, at the north window removed my headdress,
Took off dust-laden clothes.
A cold stream washes my head;
Warm water washes my entire body.
Luckily I have no illness.
I lie down, trusting in the pure breeze.
There's nothing pressing on my heart
As I sit, trusting in the morning sunlight.
I may open a book to read,
I may refill my wine-cup.
If I enjoy a few days like today
I'll end my days without regret.
<End Formatted Translation>