Classic poem of the day
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip,
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You've never turned the wrong to right,
You've been a coward in the fight.
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Preface Translation
My place of confinement, the prison walls—to the west sits the judicial court. There are some old pagoda trees and though they are living, one can clearly perceive that ...
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