Arthur Waley,
A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems
(1919)
“ My wife and children in the Tartars' land I have fruitlessly deserted. When I fell among Tartars and was taken prisoner, I pined for the land of Han: Now that I am back in the land of Han, they have turned me into a Tartar. Had I but known what my fate would be, I would not have started home! For the two lands, so wide apart, are alike in the sorrow they bring. Tartar prisoners in chains! Of all the sorrows of all the prisoners mine is the hardest to bear! Never in the world has so great a wrong befallen the lot of man,— A Han heart and a Han tongue set in the body of a Turk. ”
