Song of Pilgrimage
清夜无尘,月色如银。酒斟时、须满十分。浮名浮利,虚苦劳神。叹隙中驹,石中火,梦中身。 虽抱文章,开口谁亲。且陶陶、乐尽天真。几时归去,作个闲人。对一张琴、一壶酒、一溪云。 Stainless is the clear night; The moon is silver bright. Fill my wine cup Till it brims up! Why toil with pain For wealth and fame in vain? Time flies as a steed white Passes a gap in flight. Like a spark in the dark Or a dream of moonbeam. Though I can…