{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc33.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc33.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc33.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nI dismount from my horse at the Hsi-lin Temple;\n I throw the porter my slender riding-whip.\n In the morning I work at a Government office-desk;\n In the evening I become a dweller in the Sacred Hills.\n In the second month to the north of Kuang-lu\n The ice breaks and the snow begins to melt.\n On the southern plantation the tea-plant thrusts its sprouts;\n Through the northern sluice the veins of the spring ooze.\nThis year there is war in An-hui,\n In every place soldiers are rushing to arms.\n Men of learning have been summoned to the Council Board;\n Men of action are marching to the battle-line.\n Only I, who have no talents at all,\n Am left in the mountains to play with the pebbles of the stream.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Visiti...","type":"page"}