Wise men of the world, cast me away as a thing of no worth,
And as of no worth, I throw away foolish men of the world.
Being neither a fool nor a wise man in the ordinary sense,
I decline to have anything to do with the people at large.
At night, I sing loudly to myself under the luminous moon,
And I raid the morning, dancing with the gathering clouds.
How can I keep my mouth shut and my two hands firmly tied,
To be seated a pitiful old man with his hair blown about?