Old age think good quiet <br />Everything not concern heart <br />Self attend without great plan <br />Empty know return old forest <br />Pine wind blow undo belt <br />Hill moon light pluck qin <br />Gentleman ask end open reason <br />Fisherman song enter riverbank deep <br /> <br /> <br />Now in old age, I know the value of silence, <br />The world's affairs no longer stir my heart. <br />Turning to myself, I have no greater plan, <br />All I can do is return to the forest of old. <br />Wind from the pine trees blows my sash undone, <br />The moon shines through the hills; I pluck the qin. <br />You ask me why the world must rise and fall, <br />Fishermen sing on the steep banks of the river.<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/replying-to-subprefect-zhang/
