After Eating

My meal finished, one short nap,
then get up for two bowls of tea.
I raise my head, look at the sun,
already declining in the southwest.
The happy man regrets the swiftness of the days,
the sad man hates the year for dragging.
But the man neither happy nor sad
accepts the life given him, long or short.
Author of original: 
Po Chü-i
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