English Rendering
My whole world’s like an eventful stage
Getting strangely funny now I’ve aged.
A busy life with the mouth, for the mouths,
And a lousy outcome by my big silly mouth.
Oh well, the Yangtse embraces the town in a loop,
Where the river fish should taste just as good.
There are also bamboo groves over the hills,
Where I should find many sweet and earthy shoots.
An attendant role cannot do much harm anyway.
Banished poets are seen to do great on waterways.
And the work I do can hardly touch the pay I get.
The bag of wine grain my Lord gave is such a waste!
