Friday, March 18, 2011

Cold Mountain Poem

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


  1. I can picture that flash of the stream far below ... in the cold ... sigh.

  2. An orphan beautiful. What an image.