English Rendering
I came at twenty with my sword and books
And visited the west capital town.
I gazed at your mansion with longing looks
And thought it easy to attain renown.
The emperor surpassed the ancient kings,
Music and rites were performed up and down.
He lavished on his favorites jade rings,
But unknown talents can't come near the Crown.
What could I do but come back to my land?
Going east, I could not do what I wish.
I cannot earn a living by the hand,
Nor would I with a hook and line catch fish.
For the world, like a common people I appear;
But for you, I am dear and near as a compeer.
From year to year I thank you for your friendly way;
You've not refused a helping hand, not for a day.
We play chess and on lute till day fades into night;
We drink and croon in spring with willows in delight.
We'll separate when our joy has not come to an end.
How can my heart not be grieved to part with my friend?
But men at parting should not grieve as women do,
So shed no tears at crossroads when we bid adieu!
