{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc23.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc23.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc23.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nIn waters still as a burnished mirror's face,\n In the depths of Wei, carp and grayling swim.\n Idly I come with my bamboo fishing-rod\n And hang my hook by the banks of Wei stream.\n A gentle wind blows on my fishing-gear\n Softly shaking my ten feet of line.\n Though my body sits waiting for fish to come,\n My heart has wandered to the Land of Nothingness.\u00a01\n Long ago a white-headed man\u00a02\n Also fished at the same river's side;\n A hooker of men, not a hooker of fish,\n At seventy years, he caught W\u0113n Wang.\u00a02\n But I, when I come to cast my hook in the stream,\n Have no thought either of fish or men.\n Lacking the skill to capture either prey,\n I can only bask in the autumn water's light.\n When I tire of this, my fishing also stops;\n I go to my home and drink my cup of wine.\n50:1 See \"Chuang Tz\u016d,\" chap. i, end.\n50:2 The Sage T\u2018ai-kung sat still till he was seventy, apparently fishing, but really waiting for a Prince who would employ him. At last W\u0113n Wang, Prince of Chou, happened to come that way and at once made him his counsellor.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Fishin...","type":"page"}