鐔津文集 18.129

18.129

杜門誰復念吾曹。老畏春寒擁毳袍。懶慢從來徒自笑。唱詶今更怯君高。曾無道譽喧喧播。厭把肝脾苦苦勞。佳句忽來催野句。譬將凡果逼仙桃。

Closing my gate, who still thinks of our kind? / Old and fearing the spring cold, I wrap myself in a monk's felt robe. / Indolent and slow, all along I have merely laughed at myself; / in chanting and responding, I am now even more awed by your elevation. / Never having widespread renown for the Way, / I tire of wearing out my liver and spleen with bitter toil. / Fine verses suddenly arrive to urge on my rustic lines, / as if forcing an ordinary fruit upon an immortal peach.