{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc18.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc18.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc18.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nUnrewarded, my will to serve the State;\n At my closed door autumn grasses grow.\n What could I do to ease a rustic heart?\n I planted bamboos, more than a hundred shoots.\n When I see their beauty, as they grow by the stream-side,\n I feel again as though I lived in the hills,\n And many a time on public holidays\n Round their railing I walk till night comes.\n Do not say that their roots are still weak,\n Do not say that their shade is still small;\n Already I feel that both in garden and house\n Day by day a fresher air moves.\n But most I love, lying near the window-side,\n To hear in their branches the sound of the autumn-wind.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Planti...","type":"page"}