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CHAPTER VIII Han shih wai chuan | ||
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Yesterday how begun?
How perfected today?
You must think of reaching perfection,[1]
You must think of controlling life.
By daily concern with each day,
You will become as stout as a metal wall.[2]
The Ode says,[3]
My days are advancing;
Your months are going on.
Rising early and going to sleep late,
Do not disgrace those who gave you birth.
Your months are going on.
Rising early and going to sleep late,
Do not disgrace those who gave you birth.
CHAPTER VIII Han shih wai chuan | ||