Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Reading The Book Of Hills And Seas

In the month of June the grass grows high
And round my cottage thick-leaved branches sway.
There is not a bird but delights in the place where it rests:
And I too - love my thatched cottage.
I have done ploughing:
I have sown my seed.
Again I have time to sit and read my books.
In the narrow lane there are no deep ruts:
Often my friend's carriages turn back.
In high spirits I pour out my spring wine
And pluck the lettuce growing in my garden.
A gentle rain comes stealing up from the east
And a sweet wind bears it company.
My thoughts float idly over the story of King Chou
My eyes wander over the pictures of Hills and Seas.
At a single glance I survey the whole Universe.
He will never be happy, whom such pleasures fail to please!

Tao Yuanming
Translated from the Chinese by Arthur Waley


Sam Vega said...

Beautiful. Thank you. It is good to be reminded of such moods, especially when seated at one's computer at work....

A K Haart said...

Sam - I'm pleased you enjoyed it. I remember only too well being stuck at a computer at work - I know what it's like.