Man lives his life in a dust bowl,
Just like vermin in the middle of the pot:
All day going round and round,
Never getting out from the inside.
Blessedness is not our lot:
Only nettlesomeness without end.
Time is like a flowing river—
One day, we wake up old men.
translated by Eugene Eoyang
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
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Leonard Durso 
Han Shan is certainly not an optimist, but his poetry is intriguing. Thanks, Len.
There are several translators of his work because many agree with you.
As I am drawn to nature, so it seems you are drawn to the Eastern (for lack of a better way to explain it) poets and sages. I am learning!
We are all drawn to what we identify with or what gives us comfort. Sometimes they are the same thing. Poetry gives me comfort. Those ancient Chinese poets often say what I wish to say.