A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems/A Gentle Wind

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1960671A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems — A Gentle WindArthur WaleyFu Hsüan


A GENTLE WIND

By Fu Hsüan [died A. D. 278]

A gentle wind fans the calm night:
A bright moon shines on the high tower.
A voice whispers, but no one answers when I call:
A shadow stirs, but no one comes when I beckon,
The kitchen-man brings in a dish of lentils:
Wine is there, but I do not fill my cup.
Contentment with poverty is Fortune's best gift:
Riches and Honour are the handmaids of Disaster.
Though gold and gems by the world are sought and prized,
To me they seem no more than weeds or chaff.