陶令日日醉，不知五柳春。

素琴本無弦，漉酒用葛巾。

清風北窗下，自謂羲皇人。

何時到慄裏，一見平生親。

A Jocular Verse to Magistrate Tao

by Li Bai

Dear magistrate Tao quite often squiffs out, 

E’en spring greens his willows, he’s not aware.

He would fain play his plain stringless zither,

And filter his wine with his hemp-headwear.

When breeze blows, by the north-window he’d lie,

He's a man of Fu Hsi's times, he’d declare.

When could I travel to the town Liyang

To call on this soul mate? ‘Tis in my prayer.

Tr. Ziyuzile

(To be revised)