English Rendering
My brother's tall as Confucius is said to be, But his room in the schoolhouse looks like a boat small.
He bends his head while reading classics and history, Suddenly he yawns, his head bumps against the wall.
The wind blows screens aside and raindrops into his face, The onlookers feel sorry but he does not care.
The starving may be jeered at by well-fed men base, He won't beg for shelter though rain drenches his hair.
He cares not for the discomforts before the eye, If he can let his six spirits soar in the sky.
He's read ten thousand books without reading the law.
How could he serve a sovereign without a flaw!
The inspectors of agriculture come in throng, Honey-like vegetables are given to the old.
Nothing at the door will remain in his eyes for long, Though his head oft bends low, his spirit is still bold.
Official of Hangzhou,I' ve done no worthy deed, My painted hall is so large that flags can be displayed.
My mansion stands high and from noise of rain is freed
