{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc38.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc38.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc38.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nWithin the Gorges there is no lack of men;\n They are people one meets, not people one cares for.\n At my front door guests also arrive;\n They are people one sits with, not people one knows.\n When I look up, there are only clouds and trees;\n When I look down\u2014only my wife and child.\n I sleep, eat, get up or sit still;\n Apart from that, nothing happens at all.\n But beyond the city Hsiao the hermit dwells;\n And with him at least I find myself at ease.\n For he can drink a full flagon of wine\n And is good at reciting long-line poems.\n Some afternoon, when the clerks have all gone home,\n At a season when the path by the river bank is dry,\n I beg you, take up your staff of bamboo-wood\n And find your way to the parlour of the Government House.\n68:1 Nos. 37, 38, 39, and 40 were written when the poet was Governor of a remote part of Szechuan,\u2014in the extreme west of China.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Invita...","type":"page"}