騎牛遠遠過前村，Astride his ox, the cowherd saunters past the distant village,

 短笛橫吹隔隴聞。His bamboo flutes song drifts over field and hill.

 多少長安名利客， O how many in Changan chase fame and profit,

機關用盡不如君.   Yet none possess the peace your simple heart holds still!