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? For Pi? ei Ti
Wei? ve not seen each other for a long time now.
Each day above the stream I see us arm in arm. Memory. Painful goodbyes. If it feels like this now, What did it feel like then?
? 269
? From the Wang River Scroll
The Bamboo Grove
Sitting alone among dark bamboo, Play: lift my voice, into deep trees. Where am I? No one knows.
Only White Moon finds me here.
The Deer Enclosure
Meet no one on the empty mountain. Hear only echoes of meni? s voices. Light falls through the deep wood, Shines softly on the green moss.
? ? ? 270
? Written on the Wang River Scroll
No urge now to write poems.
Old age is my companion.
In error they made me a poet in a past life. Some lost existence had me as a painter. Unable to get rid of ingrained habits,
The world has come to know me by them. My name, my style, they may grasp, iti? s true. But my mind and heart theyi? ll never know.
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? 271
? White Hairs
Once a tiny child now an old man. White hairs to match the soft down. How the heart gets hurt by life. Beyond the Gateless Gatei? s
Where craving ends.
? 272
? ? ? ? ! 4? (699-762AD) Green Mountain
You ask me why I live on Green Mountain n? I smile in silence and the quiet mind.
Peach petals blow on mountain streams
To earths and skies beyond Humankind.
? ? 273
?
Wine
Drinking, I sit,
Lost to Night,
Keep falling petals
From the ground:
Get up to follow
The streami? s white moon, No sign of birds,
The humans gone.
? 274
? Lines For A Taoist Adept
My friend lives high on East Mountain.
His nature is to love the hills and gorges.
In green spring he sleeps in empty woodland, Still there when the noon sun brightens. Pine-tree winds to dust his hair.
Rock-filled streams to cleanse his senses. Free of all sound and stress,
Resting on a wedge of cloud and mist.
? 275
? MI? ng Hao-jan
True-Taoist, good friend MI? ng,
Your madness known to one and all, Young you laughed at rank and power. Now you sleep in pine-tree clouds.
On moonlit nights floored by the Dragon. In magic blossom deaf to the World.
You rise above - a hill so high.
I drink the fragrance from afar.
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? 276
? Ho Chih-chang
When we met the first time at Chi? ang-an He called me the e? Lost Immortali? .
Then he loved the Way of Forgetting. Now under the pine-trees he is dust.
His golden keepsake bought us wine. Remembering, the tears run down my cheeks.
? .
268
? For Pi? ei Ti
Wei? ve not seen each other for a long time now.
Each day above the stream I see us arm in arm. Memory. Painful goodbyes. If it feels like this now, What did it feel like then?
? 269
? From the Wang River Scroll
The Bamboo Grove
Sitting alone among dark bamboo, Play: lift my voice, into deep trees. Where am I? No one knows.
Only White Moon finds me here.
The Deer Enclosure
Meet no one on the empty mountain. Hear only echoes of meni? s voices. Light falls through the deep wood, Shines softly on the green moss.
? ? ? 270
? Written on the Wang River Scroll
No urge now to write poems.
Old age is my companion.
In error they made me a poet in a past life. Some lost existence had me as a painter. Unable to get rid of ingrained habits,
The world has come to know me by them. My name, my style, they may grasp, iti? s true. But my mind and heart theyi? ll never know.
? 490? ? ? ,3? ? ? 0? ? ? ,8? 5409? ,3/? 5,? 3907? ? 3? 9? 0? 8. 74? ? ? ? 0? /05? . 90/? 9? 039? ? 1,;4:7? 9 0? 5? ,. 08? ? ? 3? ,3/? ,74:3/? ? ? 8? 089,90? ? ? 3? 8. 0308? ,3/? ? 47/8?
? 271
? White Hairs
Once a tiny child now an old man. White hairs to match the soft down. How the heart gets hurt by life. Beyond the Gateless Gatei? s
Where craving ends.
? 272
? ? ? ? ! 4? (699-762AD) Green Mountain
You ask me why I live on Green Mountain n? I smile in silence and the quiet mind.
Peach petals blow on mountain streams
To earths and skies beyond Humankind.
? ? 273
?
Wine
Drinking, I sit,
Lost to Night,
Keep falling petals
From the ground:
Get up to follow
The streami? s white moon, No sign of birds,
The humans gone.
? 274
? Lines For A Taoist Adept
My friend lives high on East Mountain.
His nature is to love the hills and gorges.
In green spring he sleeps in empty woodland, Still there when the noon sun brightens. Pine-tree winds to dust his hair.
Rock-filled streams to cleanse his senses. Free of all sound and stress,
Resting on a wedge of cloud and mist.
? 275
? MI? ng Hao-jan
True-Taoist, good friend MI? ng,
Your madness known to one and all, Young you laughed at rank and power. Now you sleep in pine-tree clouds.
On moonlit nights floored by the Dragon. In magic blossom deaf to the World.
You rise above - a hill so high.
I drink the fragrance from afar.
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? 276
? Ho Chih-chang
When we met the first time at Chi? ang-an He called me the e? Lost Immortali? .
Then he loved the Way of Forgetting. Now under the pine-trees he is dust.
His golden keepsake bought us wine. Remembering, the tears run down my cheeks.
