from Written In The 12th Month, Kuei Year Of The Hare, For My Cousin Ching-yüan by T’ao Ch’ien

Roaming through thousand-year-old books,
I meet timeless exemplars. I’ll never

reach their high principles, though I’ve
somehow mastered resolute in privation,

and there’s no chance renown will redeem
this poverty. But I’m no fool for coming

here. I send findings beyond all words:
who could understand this bond we share?

translated by David Hinton