{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc12.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc12.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc12.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nFor ten years I never left my books;\n I went up\u2026 and won unmerited praise.\n My high place I do not much prize;\n The joy of my parents will first make me proud.\n Fellow students, six or seven men,\n See me off as I leave the City gate.\n My covered couch is ready to drive away;\n Flutes and strings blend their parting tune.\n Hopes achieved dull the pains of parting;\n Fumes of wine shorten the long road\u2026\n Shod with wings is the horse of him who rides\n On a Spring day the road that leads to home.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: After ...","type":"page"}