In mountain woods I forget self-consciousness,
with official insignia you’ve become useful men.
Don’t take lazy Jikang as an example,
be comfortable with poverty like Yuanxian.
Huts face north in the shadow of the mountain,
and just to the east there’s a flowing spring.
All that we see is void and cannot be valued,
though an original cause underlies everything.
Can we be certain that the immortal Guang Chengzi,
and this old man are not one in the same?