“It’s too cold, too hot, 
too late,” they say. 
When the young neglect their work like this, 
opportunities pass them by. 

But one who considers heat and cold 
as no more than blades of grass—
he does his duties as a man, 
and his happiness never fails. 

With my chest I’ll thrust aside 
the grasses, vines, and creepers, 
and foster seclusion.