鐔津文集 17.80

17.80

Reappointed to office, you again loftily decline; / I know your aspirations run deep. / Blue mountains are where you ought to dwell in seclusion; / With white hair, you wish to give rest to your mind. / Wait further until the plum rains arrive; / What harm in passing through Tiger Forest? / Babbling streams join the mountain brooks; / In the sixth month, clear sounds abound.