Cold Mountain Poems
Han Shan
Sometimes from down below
I catch the flash of the stream's flow.
Sometimes I sit like a stone on the cliff.
My heart is like the orphan cloud,
with nothing to lean on,
so far, so far away,
what of the world's could sway it?
translated by J.P.Seaton
I can picture that flash of the stream far below ... in the cold ... sigh.
ReplyDeleteAn orphan cloud...how beautiful. What an image.
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