{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc15.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc15.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc15.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nPropped on pillows, not attending to business;\n For two days I've lain behind locked doors.\n I begin to think that those who hold office\n Get no rest, except by falling ill!\n For restful thoughts one does not need space;\n The room where I lie is ten foot square.\n By the western eaves, above the bamboo-twigs,\n From my couch I see the White Mountain rise.\n But the clouds that hover on its far-distant peak\n Bring shame to a face that is buried in the World's dust.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Sick L...","type":"page"}