AT FIFTEEN I WENT WITH THE ARMY
( By Unknown Chinese Poet,
Translated by Arthur Waley)
At fifteen, I went with the army
At four score, I came home.
On the way, I met a man from the village.
I asked him who there was at home.
'That over there is your house,
All covered over with tress and bushes.'
Rabbits had run in at the dog-hole,
Pheasants flew down from the beams of the roof.
In the courtyard was growing some wild grain;
And by the well, some wild mallows.
I'll boil the grain and make porridge
I'll pluck the mallows and make soup.
Soup and porridge are both cooked,
But there is no one to eat them with.
I went out and looked towards the east,
While tears fell and wetted my clothes.
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