Passing My Estate at Shih-ningBobbed haired, irksome child, I longed to grow Upright,
and find fame for it
But then I found things of this world,
and they held me.
Only yesterday, or it seems so, I let such
honorable ambition go
two dozen years, in fact, the then to now.
Blackened, reamed, worn as a knight would
never be, my nature sullied , Id betrayed,
forgotten, even the bright broad land itself.
Worn, wasted, wearied Im shamed now
by anything upright and firm
But stupidity and sickness may yet
be my salvation: these have brought me here again
to the very bosom of Silence.
I am empowered by the emblem of a Magistrate
to rule The Blue Sea, but first Ill play King
of my own old hills a while.
Hiking the high places, and the low,
crossing, tracing a winding stream to its source.
Here are cliffs, crags and peaks, and
ranks of ridges, ranges,
like rock islets and bits of sand bar in sea surge.
White clouds wrap dark boulders.
Green bamboo writhe in shamanesses dances by the stream.
Ill rethatch the roof with the view
of the rivers twistings, and raise up
a tower for viewing the peaks.
Then Ill wave farewell to my village folk:
A three year term, then Ill return
plant me grave yard evergreens, and
coffin wood trees. These
are my last wishes.