Classic Poem

I lie beneath my patchwork blanket at the southern window,
comfortable in the natural warmth.
The neighbor's rooster knows the spring dawn;
the windbells at the eaves feel the night wind.
When you possess the Tao, a thousand cash seems valueless.
The mind serene, all worries disappear.
My meal done, there is nothing I must do:
I watch the children playing the games of peace.