
As the years go by, give me but peace,
Freedom from ten thousand matters.
I ask myself and always answer:
What can be better than coming home?
A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash,
And my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
You ask me about good and evil fortune?....
Hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!
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Composed during Wang Wei's later years, this poetic response to Vice-Prefect Zhang reflects his withdrawal from political turmoil to the tranquil Wang River estate. Blending landscape with emotion, it conveys both his reclusive aspirations and resigned helplessness toward contemporary affairs.
晚年唯好静,万事不关心。
自顾无长策,空知返旧林。
松风吹解带,山月照弹琴。
君问穷通理,渔歌入浦深。
晚年惟好靜, 萬事不關心。
自顧無長策, 空知返舊林。
松風吹解帶, 山月照彈琴。
君問窮通理, 漁歌入浦深。
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