English Rendering
A lofty man should benefit four seas,
But I’d enjoy till old a life of ease.
I’d have my kinsmen under the same roof,
And all my children safe and sound, harm-proof.
I croon and play my lute morning or night;
My wine cup never dried affords delight.
Freely I’d drink my fill with loose belt ties;
Early I’d go to bed and late to rise.
Can I be like those who would climb up higher,
Worried for gain and loss like ice and fire?
All will be buried in the grave in time.
Why should we care for glory, though sublime!