When the springs are dried up
Fish cluster together in the mud.
Than that they should moisten
One another by the damp about them
And keep each other wet by their slime,
It would be better for them to forget
One another in the rivers and lakes.
When men praise kindness
And condemn evil, it would also
Be better to forget them both
And seek the renovation in space
Between Heaven and Earth.
There is the great mass of nature--
I find the support of my body on it;
My lifespan is spent in cultivation
And constant toil on it; my old age
Seeks ease on it, but at death
I find at last rest in it. In the end,
What makes my life a good now
Makes my death a good then, I guess.
well done