I dismount from my horse at the Hsi-Lin Temple; <br />I hurry forward, speeding with light cane. <br />In the morning I work at a Govermnment office-desk; <br />In the evening I become a dweller in the Sacred Hills. <br />In the second month to the north of K’uang-lu <br />The ice breaks and the snow begins to melt. <br />On the southern plantation the tea-plant trusts its sprouts; <br />Through the northern crevice the view of the spring ooze. <br /> <br />This year there is war in An-hui, <br />In every place soldiers are rushing to arms. <br />Men of learning have been summoned to the Council Board; <br />Men of action are marching to the battle-line. <br />Only I, who have no talents at all, <br />Am left in the mountains to play with the pebbles of the stream.<br /><br />Bai Juyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visiting-the-hsi-lin-temple/
