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I Turn My Carriage and Drive On

Anonymous · Han dynasty

Chinese · Pinyin · English
回huí车chē驾jià言yán迈mài,
悠yōu悠yōu涉shè长cháng道dào。

I turn the carriage and drive on: far, far I travel the long road.

四sì顾gù何hé茫máng茫máng,
东dōng风fēng摇yáo百bǎi草cǎo。

I look about on every side—how vast and dim; the east wind stirs the hundred grasses.

所suǒ遇yù无wú故gù物wù,
焉yān得dé不bù速sù老lǎo。

Nothing I meet is anything I knew before: how should a man not grow old quickly?

盛shèng衰shuāi各gè有yǒu时shí,
立lì身shēn苦kǔ不bù早zǎo。

Rising and falling each has its season; the bitter thing is to have made one's stand too late.

人rén生shēng非fēi金jīn石shí,
岂qǐ能néng长cháng寿shòu考kǎo?

A man's life is not metal or stone—how can it last for long?

奄yǎn忽hū随suí物wù化huà,
荣róng名míng以yǐ为wéi宝bǎo。

In an instant one follows the change of all things; only a good name is to be prized.