A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems/Ease

by Arthur Waley

EASE

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?