translated from the Chinese by Arthur Waley
High and low, wise and simple, all busily hoard up the moments of life. How greatly they err!
Therefore I have to the uttermost exposed the bitterness both of Substance and Shadow, and have made Spirit show how, by following Nature, we may dissolve this bitterness.
Substance speaks to Shadow:
Heaven and Earth exist for ever:
Mountains and rivers never change.
But herbs and trees in perpetual rotation
Are renovated and withered by the dews and frosts:
And Man the wise, Man the divine—
Shall he alone escape this law?
Fortuitously appearing for a moment in the World
He suddenly departs, never to return.
How can he know that the friends he has left
Are missing him and thinking of him?
Only the things that he used remain;
They look upon them and their tears flow.
Me no magical arts can save,
Though you may hope for a wizard’s aid.
I beg you listen to this advice—
When you can get wine, be sure to drink it.
Shadow replies:
There is no way to preserve life.
Drugs of Immortality are instruments of folly.
I would gladly wander in Paradise,
But it is far away and there is no road.
Since the day that I was joined to you
We have shared all our joys and pains.
While you rested in the shade, I left you a while:
But till the end we shall be together.
Our joint existence is impermanent:
Sadly together we shall slip away.
That when the body decays Fame should also go
Is a thought unendurable, burning the heart.
Let us strive and labour while yet we may
To do some deed that men will praise.
Wine may in truth dispel our sorrow,
But how compare it with lasting Fame?
Spirit expounds:
God can only set in motion:
He cannot control the things he has made.
Man, the second of the Three Orders,
Owes his precedence to Me.
Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another:
Nor by any means can we escape
The intimate sharing of good and ill.
The Three Emperors were saintly men,
Yet to-day—where are they?
P’ēng lived to a great age,
Yet he went at last, when he longed to stay.
And late or soon, all go:
Wise and simple have no reprieve.
Wine may bring forgetfulness.
But does it not hasten old-age?
If you set your hearts on noble deeds,
How do you know that any will praise you?
By all this thinking you do Me injury:
You had better go where Fate leads—
Drift on the Stream of Infinite Flux,
Without joy, without fear:
When you must go—then go,
And make as little fuss as you can.
形影神
贵贱贤愚,莫不营营以惜生,斯甚惑焉;故极陈形影之苦,言神辨自然以释之。好事君子,共取其心焉。
形赠影
天地长不没,山川无改时。
草木得常理,霜露荣悴之。
谓人最灵智,独复不如兹。
适见在世中,奄去靡归期。
奚觉无一人,亲识岂相思。
但余平生物,举目情凄洏。
我无腾化术,必尔不复疑。
愿君取吾言,得酒莫苟辞。
影答形
存生不可言,卫生每苦拙。
诚愿游昆华,邈然兹道绝。
与子相遇来,未尝异悲悦。
憩荫若暂乖,止日终不别。
此同既难常,黯尔俱时灭。
身没名亦尽,念之五情热。
立善有遗爱,胡为不自竭?
酒云能消忧,方此讵不劣!
神释
大钧无私力,万理自森著。
人为三才中,岂不以我故。
与君虽异物,生而相依附。
结托既喜同,安得不相语。
三皇大圣人,今复在何处?
彭祖爱永年,欲留不得住。
老少同一死,贤愚无复数。
日醉或能忘,将非促龄具?
立善常所欣,谁当为汝誉?
甚念伤吾生,正宜委运去。
纵浪大化中,不喜亦不惧。
应尽便须尽,无复独多虑。
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 28, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.