The Jade Mountain/A Message from My Lodge at Wang-ch'üan

by Wang Wei

A MESSAGE FROM MY LODGE AT
WANG-CH'ÜAN

To P'ai Ti

 

The mountains are cold and blue nowAnd the autumn waters have run all day.By my thatch door, leaning on my staff,I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry,Supper-smoke floats up from the houses.. . . Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit againAnd sing a wild poem at Five Willows?

(34, 2a)