As the years go by, give me but peace, <br />Freedom from ten thousand matters. <br />I ask myself and always answer: <br />What can be better than coming home? <br />A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, <br />And my lute is bright with the mountain moon. <br />You ask me about good and evil fortune?.... <br />Hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/answering-vice-prefect-zhang/
