Pure wine in golden cup costs ten thousand coins – good!
Choice dish in a plate of jade is worth as much – nice food!
Pushing aside my cup and chopsticks, I can't eat;
Drawing my sword and looking round, I stamp my feet.
I can't cross Yellow River: ice has stopped its flow;
I can't climb Mount Taihang: the sky is blind with snow.
I can but poise a fishing pole beside a stream
Or set sail for the sun like a sage in a dream.
Hard is the way,
Hard is the way.
Don't go astray!
A time will come to ride the wind and cleave the waves;
I'll set my cloud-white sail and cross the sea, which raves.