{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc56.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc56.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc56.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nWe are growing old together, you and I,\n Let us ask ourselves, what is age like?\n The dull eye is closed ere night comes;\n The idle head, still uncombed at noon.\n Propped on a staff, sometimes a walk abroad;\n Or all day sitting with closed doors.\n One dares not look in the mirror's polished face;\n One cannot read small-letter books.\n Deeper and deeper, one's love of old friends;\n Fewer and fewer, one's dealings with young men.\n One thing only, the pleasure of idle talk,\n Is great as ever, when you and I meet.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Po Ch\u00fc-i: Old Age","type":"page"}