The Jade Mountain
IN SUMMER AT THE SOUTH PAVILION
Thinking of Hsing
The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west,In the east from the lake the slow moon rises.I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolnessAnd open my window and lie down in peace.The wind brings me odours of lotuses,And bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew. . . .I would take up my lute and I would play,But, alas, who here would understand?And so I think of you, old friend,O troubler of my midnight dreams!
AT THE MOUNTAIN-LODGE
OF THE BUDDHIST PRIEST YE
WAITING IN VAIN FOR MY FRIEND TING
OF THE BUDDHIST PRIEST YE
WAITING IN VAIN FOR MY FRIEND TING
Now that the sun has set beyond the western range,Valley after valley is shadowy and dim . . .And now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening,And my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water.Nearly all the woodsmen' have reached home,Birds have settled on their perches in the quiet mist . . .
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