I have not seen Master Li
this long time
His pretended madness
—what a truly pitiable thing!
the whole world
wants to be rid of him
I alone cherish his talent
So nimble-witted
he can write
thousands of poems
forced to walk the roads
drinking country wine
On K’uang Shan
his old study
—when his hair is white
it might be best
to go back there

translated by C.H. Kwock & Vincent McHugh