{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/mtc/mtc67.htm","path":"cfu/mtc/mtc67.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/mtc/mtc67.htm","text":"More Translations from the Chinese, by Arthur Waley, [1919]\nIn old days those who went to fight\n In three years had one year's leave.\n But in this war the soldiers are never changed;\n They must go on fighting till they die on the battle-field.\n I thought of you, so weak and indolent,\n Hopelessly trying to learn to march and drill.\n That a young man should ever come home again\n Seemed about as likely as that the sky should fall.\n Since I got the news that you were coming back,\n Twice I have mounted to the high hall of your home.\n I found your brother mending your horse's stall;\n I found your mother sewing your new clothes.\n I am half afraid; perhaps it is not true;\n Yet I never weary of watching for you on the road.\n Each day I go out at the City Gate\n With a flask of wine, lest you should come thirsty.\n Oh that I could shrink the surface of the World,\n So that suddenly I might find you standing at my side.","title":"More Translations from the Chinese: Wang Chien: Hearing T...","type":"page"}