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Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! Master, you have wine—do not pour it yet; listen to me sing a tune of sorrow.
When sorrow comes, I neither sing nor smile; no one under Heaven knows my heart.
You have several dou of wine; I have a three-foot qin.
When the qin sounds and the wine brings joy, the two complement each other; one cup is worth no less than a thousand jun of gold.
Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! Though Heaven be long-lasting and Earth endure, a hall filled with gold and jade cannot be preserved forever.
How much can wealth and honor last in a hundred years? In life and death, everyone faces the same fate.
Wei Xu moves his eyes to see through Heaven; the brush’s edge has slain all the rabbits of Zhongshan.
A lone gibbon sits crying beneath the moon over the grave; for now, I must drain this cup of wine.
Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! The phoenix does not come, and the River yields no chart; Weizi departed, while Jizi became a slave.
The Han Emperor did not remember General Li; the King of Chu cast off Minister Qu.
Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! Li Si of the Qin royal house repented too late; empty fame was cast aside, beyond his person.
When Fanzi’s success and fame were achieved, he withdrew of his own accord—how could he ever truly have loved the Five Lakes?
The Nine Doubts stretch endlessly, all resembling one another; Wei Xu moves his eyes to see through Heaven.
A sword is for one man to wield; a book can make one’s name known.
Huishi would not seek the favor of a lord of ten thousand chariots; Bu Shi may not necessarily have exhausted himself studying a single classic.
You must still attain the office of regional lord while your hair is black; do not foolishly grow old as a Confucian scholar.
Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! Master, you have wine—do not pour it yet; listen to me sing a tune of sorrow.
When sorrow comes, I neither sing nor smile; no one under Heaven knows my heart.
You have several dou of wine; I have a three-foot qin.
When the qin sounds and the wine brings joy, the two complement each other; one cup is worth no less than a thousand jun of gold.
Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! Though Heaven be long-lasting and Earth endure, a hall filled with gold and jade cannot be preserved forever.
How much can wealth and honor last in a hundred years? In life and death, everyone faces the same fate.
Wei Xu moves his eyes to see through Heaven; the brush’s edge has slain all the rabbits of Zhongshan.
A lone gibbon sits crying beneath the moon over the grave; for now, I must drain this cup of wine.
Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! The phoenix does not come, and the River yields no chart; Weizi departed, while Jizi became a slave.
The Han Emperor did not remember General Li; the King of Chu cast off Minister Qu.
Alas, sorrow! Alas, sorrow! Li Si of the Qin royal house repented too late; empty fame was cast aside, beyond his person.
When Fanzi’s success and fame were achieved, he withdrew of his own accord—how could he ever truly have loved the Five Lakes?
The Nine Doubts stretch endlessly, all resembling one another; Wei Xu moves his eyes to see through Heaven.
A sword is for one man to wield; a book can make one’s name known.
Huishi would not seek the favor of a lord of ten thousand chariots; Bu Shi may not necessarily have exhausted himself studying a single classic.
You must still attain the office of regional lord while your hair is black; do not foolishly grow old as a Confucian scholar.