临江仙·夜饮东坡醒复醉英译

　　Riverside Daffodils

　　Su Shi

　　Drinking at Eastern Slope by night,

　　I sober, then get drunk again.

　　When I come back, it's near midnight,

　　I hear the thunder of my houseboy's snore;

　　I knock but no one answers the door.

　　What can I do but, leaning on my cane,

　　Listen to the river's refrain?

　　I long regret I am not master of my own.

　　When can I ignore the hums of up and down?

　　In the still night the soft winds quiver

　　On ripples of the river.

　　From now on I would vanish with my little boat;

　　For the rest of my life on the sea I would float.