Singing Over Drinking Wine
My cottage is built in the secular world,
But the hustle and bustle is unheard.
How can I maintain such a calm heart?
A secluded mind can find a place apart.
Picking chrysanthemum by the eastern fence,
I enjoy the sight of the southern hill thence.
Inhaling fresh mountain air in the twilight,
I walk home along with the birds in flight.
This is the true meaning of life indeed,
But I fail to find the right words in need.
(Tran.)
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