Classic Poem

My family is not one of generals.
As Confucian scholars we earn our keep.
My revered grandfather attained the third rank.
My kind father's office was high court noble.
Well, they knew the power of learning
and wished to bequeath it for their descendants' glory.
The day I was promoted to advanced student,
I resolved to master the craft of my forefathers.
The year I became a professor,
happily, the lecture hall was rebuilt.
When everyone rushed to congratulate me,
my father alone expressed concern.
Why did he express concern?
" Alas, you are an only child, " he said;
" the office of professor is not mean,
the salary of a professor is not small.
Once I too held this post
and learned to fear people's feelings. "
Having heard this kind admonition,
I proceeded with care as if walking on ice.
In the fourth year, the council met
and ordered me to lecture the students.
But after teaching only three days,
my ears heard slanderous voices.
This year, evaluating students for advancement,
the decisions were absolutely clear.
But the first student dropped for lack of talent,
denounced me, and begged unearned promotion.
In my teaching, I did not make mistakes.
My selections for advancement were fair.
How true was my father's advice
when he warned me before all this occurred.