English Rendering
Unsuccessful I stay but with a cup of wine;
The kind host wishes me to live to ninety-nine.
An ancient could not but stay in the west for long;
In vain his household waited with their willow song.
"A young talent often met with contemptuous eye,
Unknown on the old earth under the dreary sky.
You may write letters of two lines now and again,
And you may not court imperial favor in vain."
I would not call back my soul lost in a sad plight,
But when the cock crows, all the world will see daylight.
"While young, you should aim high and soar into the cloud.
Who pities a lonely man sobbing in the crowd?"
