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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Bowmen of Shu</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots <br>And saying: When shall we get back to our country? <br>Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen, <br>We have no comfort because of these Mongols. <br>We grub the soft fern-shoots, <br>When anyone says &quot;Return,&quot; the others are full of sorrow. <br>Sorrowful minds, sorrow is strong, we are hungry and thirsty. <br>Our defence is not yet made sure, no one can let his friend return. <br>We grub the old fern-stalks. <br>We say: Will we be let to go back in October? <br>There is no ease in royal affairs, we have no comfort. <br>Our sorrow is bitter, but we would not return to our country. <br>What flower has come into blossom? <br>Whose chariot? The General's. <br>Horses, his horses even, are tired. They were strong. <br>We have no rest, trhee battles a month. <br>By heavn, his horses are tired. <br>The generals are on them, the soldiers are by them. <br>The horses are well trained, the generals have ivory arrows and <br>quivers ornamented with fish-skin. <br>The enemy is swift, we must be careful. <br>When we set out, the willows were drooping with spring, <br>We come back in the snow, <br>We go slowly, we are hungry and thirsty, <br>Our mind is full of sorrow, who will know of our grief? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Bunno, reputedly 1100 B. C.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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And saying: When shall we get back to our country? 
Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen, 
We have no comfort because of these Mongols. 
We grub the soft fern-shoots, 
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