A Struggle

Fair flowers from above in my goblet are


And add by reflection an infinite zest ;

Through two generations I’ve lived,


While four mighty rulers have sunk to

their rest.

My body in health has done nothing to

spite me,

And sweet are the moments which pass

o’er my head ;

But now, with this wine and these flowers

to delight me,

How shall I keep sober and get home

to bed?

Shao Yung A.D. 1011-1072

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