人天眼目 3.191

3.191

Putting on a tattered robe, / Stripping off the trousers born of one's mother, / Taking casual steps into the wild grasses, / Forgetting the road to Chang'an. (Class) / In the Qin tower, singing under the night moon; / At the palace gates of Wei, drunk on the spring breeze. / After family and state have fallen and perished, / Letters to the homeland no longer get through. (Following along) / Sitting alone atop an isolated peak, / Carriages and horses cease their coming and going. / Pitiable is this pair of feet, / Which has never stepped into the human world. (Noble) / Clouds do not linger over the blue mountains; / A mirror does not detain beauty or ugliness. / Before passing through the Demon's Gate, / At every place, one gets stuck in a rut. (Summary).