Reply To A Magistrate

by Wang Wei

Wang Wei

Late in life, I care for ease alone-
to hell with official concerns.
Look! I make no plans for the future
but to go back to my forest home again.
Let pine winds loosen my robes,
mountain moons play my lute.
You want to taste success or failure?
A lone fisherman sings out on the water.

Last updated January 14, 2019