其十四

自嘲書木屑録後

白眼甘期與世疎
狂愚亦懶買嘉譽
爲譏時輩背時勢
欲罵古人對古書
才似老駘駑且騃
識如秋蛻薄兼虛
唯贏一片烟霞癖
品水評山臥草廬

No. 14

I write a poem of self-scorn as coda to my Wood-Chip Chronicle

For my cynicism I must expect to be shunned by the world;
By my senselessness I am also slow to bid for good repute.
To criticize contemporaries, I turn my back on the changing times;
With a wish to rebuke the ancient sages, I turn to ancient books.
My wit is like an old nag, doltish and slow-going;
My knowledge like an autumn chrysalis, thin-walled and empty.
All I have left is stripped down to a craze for gauzy landscapes;
I savor the view of hill and stream, abed in a thatch-roofed hut.