{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc29.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc29.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc29.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nSullen, sullen, my brows are ever knit;\n Silent, silent, my lips will not move.\n It is not indeed that I choose to sorrow thus;\n If I lift my eyes, who would share my joy?\n Last Spring you were called to the West\n To carry arms in the lands of Pa and Shu;\n And this Spring I was banished to the South\n To nurse my sickness on the River's oozy banks.\n You are parted from me by six thousand leagues;\n In another world, under another sky.\n Of ten letters, nine do not reach;\n What can I do to open my sad face?\n Thirsty men often dream of drink;\n Hungry men often dream of food.\n Since Spring came, where do my dreams lodge?\n Ere my eyes are closed, I have travelled to Tung-ch\u2018uan.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: To His...","type":"page"}