Classic Poem

Disappointed, my will to serve the State;
At my closed door autumn grasses grow
What could I do to ease a rustic heart?
I planted bamboos, more than a hundred shoots
When I see their beauty, as they grow by the stream-side,
I feel again as though I lived in the hills,
And many a time when I have not much work
Round their railing I walk till night comes
Do not say that their roots are still weak,
Do not say that their shade is still small;
Already I feel that both in courtyard and house
Day by day a fresher air moves.
But most I love, lying near the window-side,
To hear in their branches the sound of the autumn wind.