綠陰滿門春已還,黃鸝門外猶綿蠻。
蕭蕭冷官無一事,高齋搔首兀痴頑。
睡魔襲我意蕭散,直來眉睫揚神姦。
須臾爽氣溷塵俗,雙眸瞑眩那能覸。
彌明未斷口頭句,鼻息如寄雷車間。
夢魂恍恍何所適,飄飄寥廓辭躋攀。
松風拂足雲生腋,深窮月窟超人寰。
更尋織女支機石,天河西戶聲潺湲。
無何有客乘晚興,剝剝啄啄敲柴關。
驚回清風枕簟冷,赤霞夾日崆峒山。
一日廢書強舌本,萌生鄙吝勞清刪。
謾學昌黎送窮術,揮毫加點文爛斑。
睡魔憑物對我語,勸我停手開憤顔。
自言宇宙若非我,人生俄頃無休閒。
綠陰滿門春已還,黃鸝門外猶綿蠻。
蕭蕭冷官無一事,高齋搔首兀痴頑。
睡魔襲我意蕭散,直來眉睫揚神姦。
須臾爽氣溷塵俗,雙眸瞑眩那能覸。
彌明未斷口頭句,鼻息如寄雷車間。
夢魂恍恍何所適,飄飄寥廓辭躋攀。
松風拂足雲生腋,深窮月窟超人寰。
更尋織女支機石,天河西戶聲潺湲。
無何有客乘晚興,剝剝啄啄敲柴關。
驚回清風枕簟冷,赤霞夾日崆峒山。
一日廢書強舌本,萌生鄙吝勞清刪。
謾學昌黎送窮術,揮毫加點文爛斑。
睡魔憑物對我語,勸我停手開憤顔。
自言宇宙若非我,人生俄頃無休閒。
綠蔭已佈滿門庭,春天已然歸來,
門外的黃鸝鳥仍在婉轉啼鳴。
冷清的官署中無事可做,
我在高高的書齋裡搔首,兀自痴頑。
睡魔侵襲我,意緒蕭散,
徑直來到眉睫之間,揚起奸邪之態。
片刻間清爽之氣混入塵俗,
雙眼昏花迷眩,怎能看清。
口中詩句尚未吟完斷句,
鼻息如同寄託在雷車間轟鳴。
夢魂恍惚惚要去往何處,
飄飄然飛越寥廓天空,辭別攀登之勞。
松風拂過腳底,雲氣從腋下生出,
深入月窟,超越人寰。
再去尋找織女的支機石,
天河西戶傳來潺潺水聲。
不久有客人乘著晚興而來,
剝剝啄啄敲響我的柴門。
驚醒後清風使枕蓆變冷,
赤霞夾著夕陽映照崆峒山。
一日不讀書,勉強活動舌根,
萌生鄙吝之念,勞煩清除刪汰。
徒然學習韓愈的送窮之術,
揮毫加點,文字斑斕卻雜亂。
睡魔借外物對我說話,
勸我停手,舒展憤懣的容顏。
它說宇宙若沒有我,
人生頃刻間便無休無閒。
Green shade fills the gate, spring has returned,
Orioles outside the gate still sing, their songs discerned.
In this cold, quiet office, nothing to do,
I scratch my head in the high study, foolish and true.
The sleep demon assails me with thoughts so free,
Coming straight to my brows, raising treachery.
Soon, fresh air mixes with worldly dust,
My eyes grow dim, unable to see, I must.
Miming's unfinished verse hangs on my lips,
Breath like thunder between chariot trips.
Where does my dream soul wander, so light?
Floating through vastness, leaving climbs in flight.
Pine wind brushes my feet, clouds grow in my side,
Deep into the moon cave, beyond mortal stride.
Further seeking the Weaver Girl's loom stone,
By the Milky Way's western door, murmurs alone.
Suddenly, a guest comes with evening delight,
Knocking, tapping at my rustic gate, so bright.
Startled back, cool breeze on pillow and mat,
Red clouds clasp the sun over Kongtong, that's that.
A day without books, my tongue forced to be still,
Petty thoughts arise, needing clear will.
Vainly learning Han Yu's art to send poverty away,
Wielding the brush, adding dots, words in disarray.
The sleep demon speaks through things, to me,
Advising me to stop, open my angry face, see.
Saying if the cosmos were not for me,
Life's moments would have no leisure, free.
責問睡魔是對自我意志治理失效的幽默認知。
春深綠滿,黃鸝鳴叫,詩人卻因睏倦而責問睡魔,閒適中有慵懶。
本詩為七言古詩,押平聲韻。
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