{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc46.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc46.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc46.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nOn the fifth day after the rise of Spring,\n Everywhere the season's gracious altitudes!\n The white sun gradually lengthening its course,\n The blue-grey clouds hanging as though they would fall;\n The last icicle breaking into splinters of jade;\n The new stems marshalling red sprouts.\n The things I meet are all full of gladness;\n It is not only I who love the Spring.\n To welcome the flowers I stand in the back garden;\n To enjoy the sunlight I sit under the front eaves.\n Yet still in my heart there lingers one regret;\n Soon I shall part with the flame of my red stove!","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Partin...","type":"page"}