Hard is the Way of the World Li Bai Pure wine in golden cup costs ten thousand coppers, good!

Choice dish in a jade plate is worth as much, nice food!

Pushing aside my cup and chopsticks, I can't eat; Drawing my sword and looking round, I hear my heart beat.

I can't cross Yellow River: ice has stopped its flow; I can't climb Mount Taihang: the sky is blind with snow.

I poise a fishing pole with ease on the green steam Or set sail for the sun like the sage in a dream.

Hard is the way, hard is the way. Don't go astray! Whither today?

A time will come to ride the wind and cleave tha waves; I'll set my cloudlike sail to cross the sea which raves.