When I was young I studied books and swordsmanship,
and rode off with a shout to the Capital,
where, I heard, the barbarians had been driven off already…
there was no place left for heroes.
So I came back to these crested peaks,
lay down and listened to the clear stream flow.
Young men dream of glory:
monkeys riding on ox’s back.
Shih Te (8th century)
Tr. J.P. Seaton, The Poetry of Zen, p. 36