其六

懒慢无堪不出村，呼儿日在掩柴门。

苍苔浊酒林中静，碧水春风野外昏。

Nine impromptu Quatrains by Du Fu

(VI)

All in the village seems unappealing per se,

Hence, I bid my kids keep door closed every day.

Midst quiet mossy trees I’d fain sip my self-brew,

Let green rills play in wild, winds hiss, and skies turn grey.

Tr. Ziyuzile