Poems of Meng Jiao
Sighing at My Fate
After thirty years of life,
I need the release of a single divination.
Inscribing this poem, I ask the Yijing,
Why one senseless thing after another?
Originally, I looked to writing for success.
Today, I realize my writing is too weak.
My lonely shadow takes leave of the moon as
I shed my clothes and wander the Way.
I never think of going back but
Plow and weed like a good Chu peasant.
Okay, Chu again. "Plow and weed" (耕耘) also means to work and study diligently. And our confessed Buddhist again expresses himself as a good Daoist. The "inscribing this poem" (题诗) means he probably wrote this on a wall somewhere but kept a copy for himself. A public poem is this, for anyone to read.