Chapter 6 Change

Change We are like the clouds that hide the moon at midnight, Running, glowing, quivering, To adorn the night with splendor, But the night was covered and the cloud was lost forever. Like the forgotten harp, the strings out of tune As the wind blows, it makes various sounds; You bounce once on its old body, The tone produced is always the same as last time. We rest in peace, but a dream kills sleep, We get up, a distraction can spoil the mood of the day; We feel, imagine or think, laugh or cry, Now sad, now cast away worry: All the same!For joy or sorrow, will not be detained for long;

A man's yesterday is always different from his tomorrow; Nothing lasts long except change. 1814-1815 Translated by Yang Xiling