from T’ao Ch’ien

But my soul is not fashioned like other men’s.
To drive in their rut I might perhaps learn:
To be untrue to myself could only lead to muddle.
Let us drink and enjoy together the wine you have brought:
For my course is set and cannot now be altered.

translated by Arthur Waley

from Substance, Shadow, and Space by T’ao Yüan-ming

Old and young alike die a single death,
wise and foolish are not allotted different fates.
Your daily wine may help  you to forget,
but I fear it’s a pasttime that shortens your years.
Doing good, you say, will be your joy?
And who do you think will praise you?
Too much pondering may injure one’s life;
better leave everything to fate.
Go along with the waves in the great process of change,
take no delight in it, have no fear.
When it’s time to fade away, then fade away—
why should you alone be so full of care?

translated by Burton Watson