My ambition, to be pictured in Unicorn Hall:
But my years decline where the ducks and herons troop.
On the great river autumn is soon in spate,
In the empty gorge the night is full of noises.
The by-paths hide in a thousand piling stones:
The salil has come to a stop, one streak of cloud.
My children too have learned a barbarous tongue,
Though it's not so sure they will rise to high command.
Tu Fu.