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T'ao declared: I love my hut.
Likewise my room, with lute and books
That comfort me, lonely and forlorn.
Halfway through March, though flowers fall,
Grass greens in my courtyard.
At dawn pigeons coo on my roof;
Beneath my window I enjoy spring sleep.
Though I rise, I sit idly,
Not till high noon washing or combing my hair.
Since this is no religious fast day
My kitchen servant sends in fish and meat.
Like a man starving
I eat and drink as I wish,
Cold or hot, just to my taste.
My meal over,
I enjoy scratching my head.
I wear no clothes that bind
My frame or sinews.
I not only stretch my limbs,
Even my eyes and ears
Verge on forgetfulness.
I do not merely indulge myself
With the green in the wine-cup.
But in imagination emulate the red pines
And all lofty royal trees of the Immortals.
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