The Hang Mun

My only door some pieces of crossed wood,
Within it I can rest enjoy.
I drink the water wimpling from the spring;
Nor hunger can my peace destroy.

Purged from ambition’s aims, I say, ‘‘ For fish,
We need not bream caught in the Ho;
Nor, to possess the sweets of love, require
To Ts‘e, to find a Keang, to go.

“The man contented with his lot,.a meal
Of fish without Ho carp can make ;
Nor needs, to rest in his domestic joy,
A Tsze of Sung as wife to take.”