Looking for an ancient poem that describes a person’s perception of life after becoming ill.

Yining while sick

(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi

When was I born? There are four thousand days.

If you reflect on yourself, you will either be worried or sick.

As I age, my worries gradually subside, and my illness begins to recover in the new year.

Suddenly I am happy in body and mind, peaceful and without suffering.

Kangzi Meng Xia Yue, the time of peace and harmony.

The breeze blows through the clothes, neither cold nor hot.

I moved the couch under the shade of the tree, wondering what I was doing.

Maybe drink a cup of Ou tea, or recite two lines of poetry.

There are no worries inside and no duties and responsibilities outside.

If I feel uncomfortable today, when will it be the right time?