予生谢早先，晚世相逅邂。
礼俗不可徴，百孔千疮坏。
平时以是念，食美不知囋。
谁为医国者，已亟不图瘥。
引脰望古人，去我远以太。
斓斑纸上语，十才一二在。
思人乐其言，把读不知懈。
爱其善调理，未讫已期再。
探窥古人心，愤懑世俗败。
常思得英奇，肝肺相诱劢。
以是求世人，未免许以漑。
不特学忧孤，直恐性失介。
呜呼圣贤人，既以舍我迈。
如何有常者，亦不可得拜。
虽然众嘲扬，未忍径伍哙。
刘生江东儒，心臆寛不隘。
遇我数日语，收若俯拾芥。
久从固所望，骤得尤所快。
立海观鲸鲲，乘霄饮沆瀣。
和风吹滞酲，利爪搔痒疥。
我质遂愧陋，香禾映粃粺。
和言遂愧疏，长江掩涔派。
辱索宜有献，百择无一爱。
作诗期笑咍，幸无怒目睚。
我出生得太晚，错过了早期的先贤，
在这后世里与你偶然相遇。
礼制与风俗已不可考求，
社会千疮百孔，败坏不堪。
平时常怀此念，
美食当前也不知其味。
谁是医治国家的人呢？
危机已迫，却无人图谋救治。
伸长脖子仰望古人，
他们离我太遥远了。
纸上斑斓的语句，
留存下来的不过十之一二。
思慕其人而喜爱其言论，
捧读不知疲倦。
喜爱他们善于说理，
尚未读完就已期待再次阅读。
探窥古人的内心，
愤懑于世俗的衰败。
常想得到英才奇士，
肝胆相照，互相激励。
以此标准求之于今人，
未免会许诺过度。
不仅担忧学问孤立，
更怕本性失去耿介。
唉！圣贤之人，
既已舍我而去。
如何连有恒德之人，
也难得拜见。
虽然众人嘲弄讥讽，
我不忍心径直与之为伍。
刘生是江东的儒者，
心胸宽广不狭隘。
与我交谈数日，
收受我的见解如俯拾草芥般轻易。
长久追随本是我的期望，
骤然得到尤其令人快慰。
如同立于海边观看鲸鲲，
又如乘霄汉饮沆瀣之气。
和风吹散郁结的酒意，
利爪搔到痒处治愈疥疮。
我的资质于是自愧粗陋，
如同香禾映衬着秕稗。
我的和顺之言于是自愧疏浅，
如同长江掩盖了涓涓细流。
承蒙索诗应有进献，
百般挑选却无一中意。
作诗只期望博君一笑，
希望不要怒目相视。
I was born too late, missing the early dawn,
Meeting you in this latter age, by chance drawn.
Rituals and customs cannot be summoned now,
A thousand flaws and holes, the world's broken vow.
Often with this thought, my mind is occupied,
Even fine food seems tasteless, unsatisfied.
Who will be the healer for our ailing state?
The crisis deepens, with no plan to abate.
Craning my neck, I gaze at ancients far away,
Too distant from me, like a remote, vast bay.
On paper, scattered words in colors bright remain,
But barely one or two of ten still speak their strain.
Thinking of men, I delight in what they said,
Holding and reading, never feeling weary-bred.
I love how well they reasoned, balanced and clear,
Before I finish, I already wish them near.
Peering into ancient hearts, I feel the pain,
Indignant at the world's decay, its moral stain.
Often I long for heroes, wise and brave,
To stir my liver and lungs, my soul to save.
Seeking such men among the living, I confess,
I might promise too much, in my eagerness.
Not only do I fear my learning stands alone,
But that my nature might lose its steadfast stone.
Alas! The sages and the worthies, one and all,
Have long since left me, beyond my mortal call.
How then can those of constant virtue, true and right,
Be found for me to honor, meet in plain sight?
Though many mock and ridicule with scornful cry,
I cannot bear to join their vulgar company.
Liu, a scholar from the eastern land so wide,
His mind is broad, his heart has nothing to hide.
Meeting me for just a few days, words we share,
He gathers my thoughts as if picking herbs with care.
Long have I hoped for such companionship, it's true,
To gain it suddenly brings joy fresh and new.
Like watching whales and leviathans in the sea,
Or drinking midnight dew beneath a starry spree.
A gentle breeze dispels the lingering drunken haze,
Sharp claws scratch an itch, ending annoying days.
My own substance feels crude, ashamed in contrast deep,
Fragrant grain beside the chaff, its worth I keep.
My harmonious words seem sparse, inadequate,
The Yangtze's flood obscures a tiny creek's estate.
Pressed for an offering, I feel disgraced and low,
From a hundred choices, not one seems to show.
I write this poem hoping for a shared delight,
Pray, do not meet it with an angry, glaring sight.
诗中蕴含对个体生命周期的深刻省思。
诗人感慨生不逢时，与友人于晚世相逢，抒发了怀才不遇的怅惘。
本诗为五言古诗，押平声韵。
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