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Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Have you not seen how the crooked, like a hook, is known by the ancients and made a duke or marquis?

Have you not seen how the straight, like a bowstring, is known by the ancients and left to die by the roadside?

This is why Zhang Yi merely wielded his three-inch tongue; this is why Su Qin could not till even two qing of fields.

Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Have you not seen the old man of Canglang sing a song, then say, “Let Canglang wash my feet”?

All his life he did not know how to plot for himself, vainly composing Li Sao for others to read.

Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Zhao had Yu Rang, and Chu had Qu Yuan; they sold their bodies to buy a name that would last a thousand years.

What good was it for Chao Fu and Xu You to wash their ears? Yi Qi starved to death, and in the end accomplished nothing.

Wei Xu’s moving Heavenly Eye penetrates all; a single line of digits is as large as a dou.

You love the name left after death; I love the wine before my eyes. Drinking brings joy before my eyes—where is there any use in an empty reputation?

A man’s hardship and success each have their time; I bend my waist toward you, yet you do not know me.

The fierce tiger does not look at meat on a small stand; the great furnace does not cast a cone hidden in a bag.

After getting drunk, my teacher leans against a rope bed; Wei Xu’s moving Heavenly Eye penetrates all.

Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Ning Wuzi, Zhu Maichen—singing as he walks, striking the ox horn, carrying firewood on his back.

Today, meeting you, you do not recognize me. How could I not be like a man pretending to be mad?

Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Have you not seen how the crooked, like a hook, is known by the ancients and made a duke or marquis?

Have you not seen how the straight, like a bowstring, is known by the ancients and left to die by the roadside?

This is why Zhang Yi merely wielded his three-inch tongue; this is why Su Qin could not till even two qing of fields.

Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Have you not seen the old man of Canglang sing a song, then say, “Let Canglang wash my feet”?

All his life he did not know how to plot for himself, vainly composing Li Sao for others to read.

Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Zhao had Yu Rang, and Chu had Qu Yuan; they sold their bodies to buy a name that would last a thousand years.

What good was it for Chao Fu and Xu You to wash their ears? Yi Qi starved to death, and in the end accomplished nothing.

Wei Xu’s moving Heavenly Eye penetrates all; a single line of digits is as large as a dou.

You love the name left after death; I love the wine before my eyes. Drinking brings joy before my eyes—where is there any use in an empty reputation?

A man’s hardship and success each have their time; I bend my waist toward you, yet you do not know me.

The fierce tiger does not look at meat on a small stand; the great furnace does not cast a cone hidden in a bag.

After getting drunk, my teacher leans against a rope bed; Wei Xu’s moving Heavenly Eye penetrates all.

Laugh, oh laugh! Laugh, oh laugh! Ning Wuzi, Zhu Maichen—singing as he walks, striking the ox horn, carrying firewood on his back.

Today, meeting you, you do not recognize me. How could I not be like a man pretending to be mad?