I ride a cow, but don’t mock me,
‘Cause everything is going fine.
If you think you are special,
Take a great leap
While you are young and fat.
I make saddle and bridle with grass
And ride through the mist of the waterfall
And the path of the trees,
View and admire mountains for a while
Then listen and absorb the valley for a bit.
I trod so carefully that in my wake
I don’t leave any clouds of dust.
My flask is filled with liquor
Around my neck
And my silk rucksack
Hangs from the horn of my cow.
I excitedly recite poems
Until I fall drunkenly asleep.
What a wonderful life,
The whole world would trade
To be in my position.
After living in Lushan
For thirty years,
To the ripe age of 70 years old,
Still feeling healthy and strong.
Without a lending hand
I mount and descend from my cow,
Just to ride into
The deep mountains to paint.
How would the life of a
Bureaucrat be in the capital city?
To be framed and receive
Dirty slander everyday,
To be burdened with sickness after work.
You lose all happiness
And have only wrinkles to show.
For what? For your wife, kids,
And entire ungrateful family?
Why not just give up
On wealth and honor,
But ride a cow like me
To enjoy the beauty of nature.