From the south gate to the north,
And all over within the walls
Have I been, but no one has called
For the mender of cracked jars.
Unfortunate man!
But this being my first visit to the city of Nanking,
Some extra exertion is necessary.
Time is lost sitting idle here,
And so to roam again I go.
[Shoulders his boxes and stool, and walks about, crying: “Plates mended! bowls mended! jars and pots neatly repaired!”]