{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc28.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc28.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc28.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nI hug my pillow and do not speak a word;\n In my empty room no sound stirs.\n Who knows that, all day a-bed,\n I am not ill and am not even asleep?\nTurned to jade are the boy's rosy cheeks;\n To his sick temples the frost of winter clings\u2026\n Do not wonder that my body sinks to decay;\n Though my limbs are old, my heart is older yet.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Poems ...","type":"page"}