Poems of Bai Juyi
White Cloud Springs
Heaven is peaceful. Mountains release white clouds,
Which cease all thought. Even the lake is idle.
No need for us to rush back down the hill.
We would only add to the turbulence of the world of men.
It is 826 and Bai Juyi is getting tired of being the governor of Hangzhou. He has recently broken a leg in a fall from a horse. He is about to retire, briefly. Having moved up in the world, life is expensive and none of his early retirements last, even when he sells a house for extra cash. His eyes are getting weaker. But in the end they never fail him. He's beginning to worry about being old and what will happen to his rolls and rolls of poems. He put his collection in a temple for safekeeping eleven years ago. But he's written a lot more since then and will soon prepare another collection of his work for posterity.