廬山記 4.169

4.169

At thirty, one's vigor is too fierce, / and in one's breast are many disputes of right and wrong. / At sixty, one's body is too old, / and the four limbs can no longer support oneself. / From forty to fifty, / is precisely the time to retire into leisure. / Advanced in years, one recognizes one's allotted destiny; / sluggish in heart, one undertakes few enterprises. / Seeing wine, the gusto is still there; / climbing mountains, one's strength has not yet failed. / My years are fortunately suited to this; / for now, I make my pact with the white clouds.