#59, Cold Mountain Poems
In the old days when I was so poor,
Night after night I counted other men's wealth.
Recently I thought it over
And decided to open a business of my own.
I dug a hole and found a hidden treasure-
A store of crystal jewels.
A blue-eyed foreigner came in secret
And wanted to buy them and take them away,
But I only answered him,
"These jewels are beyond price!"