1. Why bear grudges, when misfortune's clay
Is moist, and cannot hold the seal's stamp?

2. If you turn from me, beyond you still
The troubled, spacious earth remains for me.

3. No barren plot we passed along the way
But on it squatted some insistent tramp.

4. Vain the wish that some desire takes wing!
My black-haired poems still will intercede.