I recall yesterday, when the spring ash first blew
The high official's rite ended, the marquis returned
Carts bore sacrificial animals, jars carried wine
And guests were summoned, including Zou and Mei
Gold at the waist, jade on head, shining bright
Strings and pipes rang out, clear and mournful
Under blue sky, white sun, flowers and grass lovely
Jade cups raised often, golden urns emptied
Master Zhang's fame was the gathering's focus
He rose to dance, drunk first, like a tall pine falling
Hangover unresolved, old malaria struck
Lying still in a deep room, hearing wind and thunder
He expected to die in spring's order
Counting days on fingers, pitying his infant child
His dire words and bitter speech moved my ears
Tears fell unchecked, how copiously
Thinking of past days following you across Xiang River
Great sails cut through night, reaching high masts' limit
From Yangshan, bird paths led out to Linwu
Post horses resisted the ground, driven to frequent collapse
Treading on snakes, eating poison, not choosing death
Suddenly a flying edict came from heaven
Before Pi and Wen were cut down, Yazhou blazed
Though pardoned, constant worry and suspicion remained
Recently, the three villains all shattered
The feathery den bottomless, dark Huangneng hidden
In my eyes, clearly I see my homeland
Knowing there's a day to return, my brows just relax
Now even if you're posted as official at world's edge
Submitting a request to go north, what difficulty is there?
Groundless worries, rejoice without medicine
One good act suffices to avert a thousand disasters
Head light, eyes clear, muscles and bones strong
An ancient sword newly sharpened, grinding off dust
Calamities vanish, disasters scatter, hundred fortunes combine
From now on straight until old age and great age
At the east end of Song Mountain, by the Yi and Luo banks
Fine things need not be borrowed, must be planted through
You should go first, I wait for my term's end
Like Ju and Ni, we can succeed each other, pushing through the years