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? Lu Mountain, Kiangsi
I climbed west on Incense Cloud Peak.
South I saw the spray-filled falls
Dropping for ten thousand feet
Sounding in a hundred gorges,
Suddenly as if lightning shone,
Strange as if light-wet rainbows lifted.
I thought the Milky Way had shattered, Scattering stars through the clouds, downwards.
Looking up an even greater force.
Naturei? s powers are so intense.
The Cosmic Wind blows there without stop. The riveri? s moon echoes back the light
Into vortices where waters rush.
On both sides the clear walls were washed, By streams of pearl broken into mist,
By clouds of foam whitening over rock.
Let me reach those Sublime Hills Where peace comes to the quiet heart.
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? To My Wife on Lu-shan Mountain
Visiting the nun Rise-In-Air,
You must be near her place in those blue hills. The riveri? s force helps pound the mica,
The wind washes rose bay tree flowers.
If you find you cani? t leave that refuge,
Invite me there to see the sunseti? s fire.
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At evening I make it down the mountain. Keeping company with the moon. Looking back I see the paths Ii? ve taken Blue now, blue beneath the skyline.
You greet me, show the hidden track, Where children pull back hawthorn curtains, Reveal green bamboo, the secret path,
Vines that touch the travelleri? s clothes.
I love finding space to rest,
Clear wine to enjoy with you.
Wind in the pines till voices stop,
Songs till the Ocean of Heaven pales.
I get drunk and you are happy,
Both of us pleased to forget the world.
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The Roosting Crows
On Soochowi? s terrace the crows find their nests.
The King of Wu in his palace drinks with Hsi Shih. Songs of Wu, Dances of Chu quicken their pleasure, One half of the sun is caught in the valleyi? s throat.
The clocki? s silver arrow marks the passing hours. They rise early to see the autumn moon,
Watch it sink down into deep river.
Daylight glows in the East. Dawn renews their joy.
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? 293
? Lu Mountain, Kiangsi
I climbed west on Incense Cloud Peak.
South I saw the spray-filled falls
Dropping for ten thousand feet
Sounding in a hundred gorges,
Suddenly as if lightning shone,
Strange as if light-wet rainbows lifted.
I thought the Milky Way had shattered, Scattering stars through the clouds, downwards.
Looking up an even greater force.
Naturei? s powers are so intense.
The Cosmic Wind blows there without stop. The riveri? s moon echoes back the light
Into vortices where waters rush.
On both sides the clear walls were washed, By streams of pearl broken into mist,
By clouds of foam whitening over rock.
Let me reach those Sublime Hills Where peace comes to the quiet heart.
294
? ? No more need to find the magic cup. Ii? ll wash the dust, there, from my face, And live in those regions that I love, Separated from the Human World.
? 490? ? ? :? ? 4:39,? 3? ? 8? ,? %,4? 89? 8,. 70/? 8? 90? ? 3? ? ? ,3? 8? ? ! 74;? 3. 0?
295
? To My Wife on Lu-shan Mountain
Visiting the nun Rise-In-Air,
You must be near her place in those blue hills. The riveri? s force helps pound the mica,
The wind washes rose bay tree flowers.
If you find you cani? t leave that refuge,
Invite me there to see the sunseti? s fire.
? 490? ? ! 4:3/0/? 2? . ,? ,3/? 7480? -,? ? ? 070? -49? ? :80/? ,8? %,4? 89? 20/? . ? 308?
? 296
? Reaching the Hermitage
At evening I make it down the mountain. Keeping company with the moon. Looking back I see the paths Ii? ve taken Blue now, blue beneath the skyline.
You greet me, show the hidden track, Where children pull back hawthorn curtains, Reveal green bamboo, the secret path,
Vines that touch the travelleri? s clothes.
I love finding space to rest,
Clear wine to enjoy with you.
Wind in the pines till voices stop,
Songs till the Ocean of Heaven pales.
I get drunk and you are happy,
Both of us pleased to forget the world.
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