南师鼓琴者,余力推步精。
千里求知音,徒步入王城。
能高颇自负,一一游公卿。
朝廷富贵人,宠辱心若惊。
闻至必解榻,招邀剧生平。
以兹禄命术,独得当时名。
朱弦与素徽,弃置莫为听。
往往默自抚,或疑非断声。
红尘车马中,随俗翻营营。
振衣忽长叹,吾已知时情。
卷槖郤东下,野风萧然清。
且赍山水意,永待钟期生。
南师鼓琴者,余力推步精。
千里求知音,徒步入王城。
能高颇自负,一一游公卿。
朝廷富贵人,宠辱心若惊。
闻至必解榻,招邀剧生平。
以兹禄命术,独得当时名。
朱弦与素徽,弃置莫为听。
往往默自抚,或疑非断声。
红尘车马中,随俗翻营营。
振衣忽长叹,吾已知时情。
卷槖郤东下,野风萧然清。
且赍山水意,永待钟期生。
南方那位鼓琴的乐师,
用余力钻研推步之术,十分精妙。
不远千里来寻求知音,
徒步走进了京城。
才能高超颇为自负,
逐一拜访王公贵族。
朝廷中的富贵之人,
心思在宠辱得失间惊惧不安。
听说他到来必定热情接待,
殷勤邀请,胜过平生交情。
凭借这推算禄命的方术,
独独在当时赢得了声名。
朱红的琴弦与素白的琴徽,
却被弃置,无人聆听。
他常常独自默默抚琴,
有时怀疑琴声并非真正的断弦之音。
在红尘滚滚的车马喧嚣中,
随波逐流,翻覆奔忙。
他抖抖衣裳忽然长叹,
我已明了时下的世情。
卷起行囊向东归去,
郊野的风萧瑟而清冷。
暂且怀着寄情山水的心意,
永远等待像钟子期那样的知音出现。
The southern master, a player of the zither,
With spare effort, divines fate with precision.
A thousand miles he travels to seek a kindred spirit,
On foot he enters the royal city.
Proud of his high skill, he carries himself with confidence,
Visiting, one by one, the nobles and high ministers.
The court's men of wealth and rank,
Their hearts startle at favor or disgrace.
Hearing of his arrival, they surely clear a couch,
Inviting him eagerly, as if in the prime of life.
Thus with this art of fate and fortune,
Alone he gains fame in his time.
The vermilion strings and plain tuning pegs,
Cast aside, none listen to them.
Often he silently strums by himself,
Or doubts the notes are not truly severed.
Amidst the red dust, carriages and horses,
He follows the vulgar, bustling about.
Shaking his robe, he suddenly heaves a long sigh,
I already know the temper of the times.
Rolling up his scrolls, he turns eastward,
The wild wind blows, clear and desolate.
And bearing the mood for mountains and waters,
He waits forever for a Zhong Ziqi to be born.
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