English Rendering
Driven by hunger I seek for food and drink,
Not knowing where to go however hard I think.
I walk and walk till I come to a door;
I tap the door but stammer,plead,implore.
The host know why I come and what I need,
And gives me lots of solid food indeed.
Until sunset I chatter with the host
And quaff the cup with him in cheers and toast.
I'm overjoyed to meet this gentle friend
And write some verses for the time we spend.
You are kind as the dame who fed Han Xin.
Whose fame I am afraid I will not win.
If I fail to give him thanks in deed and word,
I will repay him in the netherworld.
