Music Bureau - East gate
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
He left their east gate
for war without return,
and then coming back
home tore him apart:
there wasn’t a cup of rice in the bin,
and turning he saw the clothes-rack standing empty.
So he set out through the gate again, sword in hand,
wife and kids tugging at his robe, wailing.
Other families long for wealth and renown,
but I’m a simple wife: I just want to share a bowl of rice with you.
It's a blessing out of boundless heaven above
that here below we have these children, these hungry chicks.
You’re doing wrong now.
Let me go! I’m leaving,
and you ’re just slowing me down!
My hairs already white, and I’m not going to live out my life like this!