My Leisurely Censor’s Career

I do not sit in meditation to form a golden core; when hungry I eat, when tired I sleep.

My life includes both painting and poetry, and my traces are beside flowers and willows.

By the lamp we cut open the western window candle together; in the mirror we groom our brows as a matched pair.

Ten thousand bouts of happiness and a thousand bouts of drunkenness; in this world a carefree man is an earthly immortal.