Drinking With Someone In The Mountains

To drown the ancient sorrows, we drank a hundred jugs of winethere in the beautiful night. We couldn't go to bed with the moon so bright. The finally the wine overcame usand we lay down on the empty mountain—the earth for a…

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish the blue pond is full; With singing thrushes the green boughs droop.

Sunlight streams on the river stones. From high above, the river steadily plunges—three thousand feet of sparkling water—the Milky Way pouring down from heaven. Li T'ai-po tr.

You ask for what reason I stay on the green mountain, I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure. Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water, Apart

A pity it is evening, yetI do love the water of this springseeing how clear it is, how clean; rays of sunset gleam on it, lighting up its ripples, making itone with those who travelthe roads; I turn and facethe moon; sing it a song,…

The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home. One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth, Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.

Amongst bubbling streamsa dog barks; peach blossomis heavy with dew; hereand there a deer canbe seen in forest glades! No sound of the mid-daybell enters this fastnesswhere blue mist risesfrom bamboo groves; down from a high peakhangs a…

I took a small path leadingup a hill valley, finding therea temple, its gate coveredwith moss, and in front ofthe door but tracks of birds; in the room of the old monkno one was living, and Istaring through the windowsaw but a hair duster…