In the South Hills there’s a bird
That calls itself the woodpecker.
When it’s hungry, it eats from the trees
When it’s tired, it sleeps in the boughs.
Don’t mind about other people;
Just make up your mind what you want.
If you’re pure, you will get honour.
If you’re foul, you will get shame.
By Lady Tso, A.D. 4th Cent
Curiously, I found this beautiful piece in a footnote. I have memorised this (quite easily) and think about it often. Therein lies its beauty.