I advance
Upon circumstances,
I do not allow them
To crush me.
I remove
The wrong,
Let the dead and dry
Bloom.

In zealous efforts
Reaching the peaks,
The ancient laws
Not abandoning.

Not to lose the track
And not to lose the course
The categories help
Of time’s cyclicity.
So I find the new,
Blunt or sharp
Only by passing once more
Through the well-forgotten old.