The talents of Yongjia have declined,
Our noble culture long has been laid low.
Few students now hold the Way in mind,
Their days with vulgar customs come and go.
I was born in this age of decay,
Yet think of deeds a thousand years ago.
I truly wish, within our neighborhood,
That all would tread the path of righteousness.
Respecting local feelings, as I should,
I meet with common eyes' disdainfulness.
Late have I met Master Shen, in truth,
Whose learning stands on solid, deep-set root.
Among the common crowd, he stands apart,
And understands the author's mind and art.
He gladdens my heart with his company,
Returning here, we share the same affinity.
My friend, lend me your ear and understand:
A scholar's worth lies in his lofty stand.
The ancient way itself is teacher sure,
No need to prize the modern as more pure.
Bitter herbs differ not from field to field,
Sweet herbs and stinkweed won't the same vessel yield.
What grieves me is a lapse in moral sense,
Why care for vulgar gossip's insolence?
To advance in the Way, be brave, be firm,
In taking and in giving, be discreet.
Cast evils out like sand, with steady term,
When sand is gone, the bottom you shall meet.
Accumulate good deeds as heaping earth,
When earth is piled, a hill will show its worth.
In reading, grasp the principles, the core;
The craft of writing is a skill of lesser lore.
My friend, reflect upon this once and more,
My humble words hold meaning to explore.
Unless our hearts in true affection blend,
How could I thus my inmost thoughts extend?
Walk on, walk on, with care your path select,
Relax your pace, but aim for grand effect.
This is not just to urge our neighborhood,
But as eternal trust for all the people's good.