English Rendering
A day's algebra of thoughts,
A night's calculus of oughts.
Daymath plus nightcount—
Seasons compound without amount.
My friend governs that far county,
Goujian's coastal exile bounty.
Does he still recall the way
To parse absence from delay?
I'm but roadside dust awaiting chariots,
How dare eye Mount Song's summits?
Or claim my creek's thin melody
Matches the sea's eternity?
Peak of Virtue, Ocean of Lore—
I dredge them dry to the core.
Yet this sorrowful arithmetic,
Does it reach his politic?
