{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc27.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc27.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc27.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nThe days of my youth left me long ago;\n And now in their turn dwindle my years of prime.\n With what thoughts of sadness and loneliness\n I walk again in this cold, deserted place!\n In the midst of the garden long I stand alone;\n The sunshine, faint; the wind and dew chill.\n The autumn lettuce is tangled and turned to seed;\n The fair trees are blighted and withered away.\n All that is left are a few chrysanthemum-flowers\n That have newly opened beneath the wattled fence.\n I had brought wine and meant to fill my cup,\n When the sight of these made me stay my hand.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I remember, when I was young,\n How easily my mood changed from sad to gay.\n If I saw wine, no matter at what season,\n Before I drank it, my heart was already glad.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But now that age comes,\n A moment of joy is harder and harder to get.\n And always I fear that when I am quite old\n The strongest liquor will leave me comfortless.\n Therefore I ask you, late chrysanthemum-flower\n At this sad season why do you bloom alone?\n Though well I know that it was not for my sake,\n Taught by you, for a while I will open my face.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: The Ch...","type":"page"}