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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=335854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Miscellaneous Feelings in the Sui Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>Joy and anger are not caused by outside things:<br>they simply happen to arise in the heart.<br>Rising and falling are not matters of fate:<br>one simply happens to encounter them.<br>Reading a book and finding nothing there,<br>I drop the volume, get up, and take a walk.<br>I think I'll go to the bamboo grove<br>where I can listen to the springtime water flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>Let them knock at the bramble gate —<br>the host is in a dream!<br>Startled awake, I search for my socks;<br>I must have lost them east of the thatched hut.<br>At night, with nothing on my mind,<br>in dream I watched the bamboo growing tall.<br>Should guests arrive now at my garden,<br>barefoot I will see them off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3<br>Classics, Histories, Philosophers, Belles-Lettres:<br>these the four branches of literature.<br>Pavilions I have built, libraries —<br>one for each kind in four different spots.<br>In each one I have placed an inkstone<br>as well as several brushes to write.<br>Mornings I rise, wash my face,<br>then let my feet lead me where they will.<br>Circulating among all four,<br>happily I pass the day's twelve hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4<br>When they hear me stop reading out loud,<br>the farmers come from all around.<br>The healthy ones shoulder hoe and plow,<br>the fragile ones wear their hempen shoes.<br>The happy ones bring piles of bamboo mats,<br>the tired ones have bundled firewood.<br>They invite me to sit with them under the trees:<br>we all open our hearts to each other!<br>"This year we've suffered from wind and rain,<br>and still can't plant good sprouts.<br>We hear you chanting out loud from books:<br>could it be you prepare for exams?"<br>I love these people, their true, sincere nature,<br>and the way they speak, like little children!<br>Each one drinks a cup of wine<br>and we lie in a heap on the moss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5<br>Do not mock me for building this tower tall:<br>of course a tower should be tall!<br>If you approach from three miles away,<br>already I'll see you from here.<br>When you visit, come not in a carriage:<br>the carriage's racket will terrify my birds.<br>And when you visit, don't come on a horse:<br>the horse's teeth will decimate my grass.<br>Also, when you visit, please, don't come at dawn:<br>we mountain folk hate to rise too early.<br>And when you visit, don't wait until dusk:<br>by then the flowers will all have withered away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6<br>The Master of Sui Garden in the past<br>first built buildings here beside these hills.<br>Terraces, pavilions summoned clouds and mist;<br>wine cups glittered in the candlelight.<br>The old men here all say to me<br>that this Master was no vulgar man.<br>He took this garden and passed it on — to whom?<br>How could he know it would be me!<br>Long, long the thirty years;<br>and now I come, to help the flowers and bamboo.<br>"Follow Garden" : the meaning timely now;<br>no need to change the garden's name at all.<br>Consider my present-day happiness<br>continuation of the Master's joy.<br>Does it really just all "pass away"?<br>Past and present, still the same chess game!<br>And who will follow after I have left?<br>I ask the mountain, but it does not say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yuan+Mei">Yuan Mei</a>, translated by Jonathan Chaves<div class=q>
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