Here in the mountain village
Evening falls peacefully.
Half tipsy, I lounge in the
Doorway. The moon shines in the
Twilight sky. The breeze is so
Gentle the water is hardly
Ruffled. I have escaped from
Lies and trouble. I no longer
Have any importance. I
Do not miss my horses and
Chariots. Here at home I
Have plenty of pigs and chickens.
The poem is by Lu Yu, the author of The Classic of Tea.
The translation is by Kenneth Rexroth whose 100 Poems from the Chinese is one of my favorites. (Also his 100 Poems from the Japanese.)
