Staying the Night at Jin Hwa's House, Deeply Drunk, I Wrote on the Wall夜宿陳澕家。大醉書壁上。
班生古者史之雄。筆頭不駮陳孟公。當時豪焰摩靑空。酒酣使氣飛長虹。閉門留客投轄醉。一樽不領人間事。子雲鉅儒好文字。陳說酒客與法士。空甁獨在井之眉。腹盛水漿何所爲。攂入井中誰復悲。滑稽可愛唯鴟夷。陳公差樂張竦苦。醉亦何害醒何補。百世之孫君獨步。坐酌東海自呑吐。醉中不覺升靑天。一聲踏碎瑠璃甎。寅緣漸到紫皇前。霞冠玉弁風吹顚。是時周公孔丘皆在後。相看彈指復叉手。皆言子昂李白上到天仙今已久。詩之鳴者復誰有。子可嗣唱何遽離人生。遣之復還補以陳公大白之心精。所以鍾其靈。胷襟五藏日益泓而淸。君不見高樓雖百層。正合着陳登。如我臥地猶難勝。
Master Ban (班生) was a hero of the histories of old, yet with the tip of his brush he did not slander Chen Menggong (陳孟公). In those days his gallant flame brushed the blue sky, and when the wine ripened he loosed his spirit and sent a long rainbow flying. He shut the gate, held his guests, threw away the linchpins and got drunk; with one jar of wine he took no charge of the affairs of men. Ziyun (子雲) was a great scholar who loved letters, and he set out in words the wine-guest and the scholar who keeps the law. The empty bottle stands alone beside the well; what good is it to hold water and gruel in its belly? Though it be rolled down into the well, who would grieve for it again? What is droll and lovable is only the leather wine-sack (鴟夷). Master Chen was merry enough and Zhang Song (張竦) was wretched; what harm in being drunk, and what is gained by being sober? Among a hundred generations of his descendants you alone stand out, and sitting you follow the Eastern Sea and swallow and spit it of yourself. In your drunkenness you climbed before you knew it into the blue sky and at one cry trod the glass tiles and shattered them. Riding on the bond you came by degrees before the Purple Emperor (紫皇), and the cap of sunset mist and the jade hat were blown over by the wind. At this the Duke of Zhou and Confucius were all behind you, and looking at each other they snapped their fingers and clasped hands again. All of them said: Ziang (子昂) and Li Bai rose to be heavenly immortals long ago, so who is there now to sing out in verse? You are fit to carry it on — why should you leave this life in such haste? So they sent him off and returned him, filled with the spirit of a mind like Master Chen's great cup. And thus his numinous power was gathered, and his breast and his five organs grow deeper and clearer by the day. Have you not seen that even a high tower of a hundred tiers is fit for the seating of none but Chen Deng (陳登)? One like me can hardly bear it, even lying on the ground.