A hundred days, free to go, and it’s almost spring;
for the years left, pleasure will be my chief concern.
Out the gate, I do a dance, wind blows my face;
our galloping horses race along as magpies cheer.
I face the wine cup and it’s all a dream,
pick up a poem brush, already inspired.
Why try to fix the blame for past trouble?
Years now I’ve stolen posts I never should have had.
translated by Burton Watson
***Written on his release from prison after 130 days and before leaving for a remote post which was essentially like exile again.
Leonard Durso 
It certainly resonates with me, too.
Glad you like it, also.
It rings so true.
He is my favorite Sung Dynasty poet because I feel such a bond across the centuries with him. Though I love many others, he is the one I return most often because he speaks to me not just once or twice but in many moments of my life.
I know the feeling.
I knew you would.