Riverside DaffodilsSu Shi

Drinking at Eastern Slope by night,I sober, then get drunk again.When I come back, it's near midnight,I hear the thunder of my houseboy's snore;I knock but no one answers the door.What can I do but, leaning on my cane,Listen to the river's refrain?

I long regret I am not master of my own.When can I ignore the hums of up and down?In the still night the soft winds quiverOn ripples of the river.From now on I would vanish with my little boat;For the rest of my life on the sea I would float.