Confucius, you amuse me with your outward diffidence,
When you said only the heavens truly understood you,
That really no one around you knew you well.
What cheerful desolation: why not choose the whole universe over a mediocre world?
If you had felt as if your life had been a failure, Confucius,
That is why your words still continue to make music in our ears, even today.
Still a petty world, but the skies have never been so immense.