Signature: Signed, dated, 1 artist's seal
A dusk of mist and waves settles around
your tethered boat;
As talk and laughter spill from my
With pale ink I paint by lamplight;
Old time affections last like the mountains
on the river.
To be friends with both the father
That can hardly find its reason just in
sharing cups of wine.
Along with you, I shall soon have turned
And together we'll face this time of the
For almost thirty years now I have had the undeserved privilege of being friends with Peng Zhigang and his son. He is a man who has the way of the ancients and who has shared with me both the good seasons and the bad. Such friendship is certainly not to be compared to the false backslapping and importunate tugging on sleeves of the marketplace. The day after the summer solstice of the yiwei year (1475), Zhigang brought some drinks to my place, the Bamboo Villa. Holding a candle, I sketch this picture and add an inscription at the top. This is no more than just to express my feelings. What are poetry and painting after all!
[Trans. Marc F. Wilson/ Kwan S. Wong]
Marking: Collectors' seals:
Wang Yuan (early 20th century)
Lin Xiungguang (d. 1971)
Zhang Daqian (1899–1983)
John M. Crawford, Jr.