Why am I always so depressed?
Man’s life is like the morning mushroom.
Who can bear, in a few dozen years,
To see new friends and old all gone away?
Thinking of this, I am filled with sadness,
A sadness I can hardly endure.
What shall I do? Say, what shall I do?
Take this old body home and hide it in the mountains!
[Hanshan {fl. 9th century} 'Why am I always so depressed?', trans. by Burton Watson, from Zen Poems, part of Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets]
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