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’d as lief play his plain string-less 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)