Don't wash your ears on hearing something you dislike Nor die of hunger like famous hermits on the Pike! Living without a fame among the motley crowd, Why should one be as lofty as the moon or cloud? Of ancient talents who failed to retire, there's none But came to tragic ending after glory's won. The head of General Wu was hung o'er city gate; In the river was drowned the poet laureate. The highly talented scholar wished in vain To preserve his life to hear the cry of the crane. Minister Li regretted not to have retired To hunt with falcon gray as he had long desired. Have you not heard of Zhang Han who resigned, carefree, To go home to eat his perch with high glee? Enjoy a cup of wine while you're alive! Do not care if your fame will not survive!