“A Gentle Wind” Poem by Fu Hsuan

A GENTLE WIND

By Fu Hsüan (died a.d. 278)

 

A gentle wind fans the calm night:
A bright moon shines on the high tower.
A voice whispers, but no one answers when I call:
A shadow stirs, but no one comes when I beckon.
The kitchen-man brings in a dish of lentils:
Wine is there, but I do not fill my cup.Contentment with poverty is
Fortune’s best gift:Riches and Honor are the handmaids of Disaster.
Though gold and gems by the world are sought and prized,
To me they seem no more than weeds or chaff.

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