Arthur Waley
Congratulating himself on the comforts of his life after his
retirement from office. Written _circa_ 844.
Lined coat, warm cap and easy felt slippers,
In the little tower, at the low window, sitting over the sunken
brazier.
Body at rest, heart at peace; no need to rise early.
I wonder if the courtiers at the Western Capital know of these
things, or not?