Who’d paint a white-haired ancient?
I smile. I’d rather be a duck.
If you’re born with your head snow-white already,
no one can laugh and shout, “You’re getting old!”
translated by J.P. Seaton
Who’d paint a white-haired ancient?
I smile. I’d rather be a duck.
If you’re born with your head snow-white already,
no one can laugh and shout, “You’re getting old!”
translated by J.P. Seaton
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I suppose you know the song “Be kind to your web footed friends , for a duck may be somebodies brother etc.
It’s good to read the old mystics with a sense of humour.
One needs that to live in “interesting times.”
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Those who would like to be a duck need to see a quack.
Yeah funny message to live young forever.
True.