{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc31.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc31.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc31.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nSince I lived a stranger in the City of Hs\u00fcn-yang\n Hour by hour bitter rain has poured.\n On few days has the dark sky cleared;\n In listless sleep I have spent much time.\n The lake has widened till it almost joins the sky;\n The clouds sink till they touch the water's face.\n Beyond my hedge I hear the boatmen's talk;\n At the street-end I hear the fisher's song.\n Misty birds are lost in yellow air;\n Windy sails kick the white waves.\n In front of my gate the horse and carriage-way\n In a single night has turned into a river-bed.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Rain","type":"page"}