<Header>
<Author: 白居易>
<Title: 老夫>
<Format: 七言律詩>
<Year: 1981>
<BookName: Tu Fu -A New Translation>
<Translator: Wu, Juntao>
<TranslatedTitle: Old Man>
<BookPage: 201>
<UsedPage: 1>
<Feature: 1>
<End Header>
<Poem>
七八年來遊洛都
三分遊伴二分無
風前月下花園裏
處處唯殘個老夫
世事勞心非富貴
人間實事是歡娛
誰能逐我來閒坐
時共酣歌傾一壺
<End Poem>
<Translation>
For seven or eight years
I revelled in Loyang.
Of every three of my jolly companions
Two or more have gone.
Virtually all remaining is this old man
To enjoy the fresh breeze surrounding him,
The moon above him,
The garden about him.
How preposterous to belabor one's heart
With worldly affairs, wealth or eminence!
Life's secret lies in pleasure and enjoyment.
Who now, as I sit in idleness,
Can call upon me
To share sweet singing and the wine-jug?
<End Translation>
<Formatted Translation>
For seven or eight years I revelled in Loyang.
Of every three of my jolly companions two or more have gone.
To enjoy the fresh breeze surrounding him, the moon above him, the garden about him.
Virtually all remaining is this old man.
How preposterous to belabor one's heart with worldly affairs, wealth or eminence!
Life's secret lies in pleasure and enjoyment.
Who now, as I sit in idleness,
Can call upon me to share sweet singing and the wine-jug?
<End Formatted Translation>