Visiting The Hsi-Lin Temple

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