VISITING A TAOIST ON TAITIEN MOUNTAIN
.
Amongst bubbling streams
a dog barks; peach blossom
is heavy with dew; here
and there a deer can
can be seen in forest glades!
No sound of the mid-day
bell enters this fastness
where blue mist rises
from bamboo groves;
down from a high peak
hangs a waterfall;
none knows where he has gone,
so sadly I rest,
with my back leaning
against a pine.
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