Poetry of  
Jia Dao [Chia Tao]

Seeking but Not Finding the Recluse
Under pines
I ask the boy;

he says: "My master's gone
to gather herbs.

I only know
he's on this mountain,

but the clouds are too deep
to know where."

Tr. Mike O'Oconner
Chinese text

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