Asleep in the Spring
Asleep in spring I did not heed the dawn
Till the birds broke out singing everywhere.
Last night, in the clamour of wind and rain,
How many flowers have fallen
do you suppose?
Tr. by Innes Herdan 300 Tang Poems p. 578
Evening. Anchoring at Hsuan-yang
to See Mount Lu
Lofting sail a thousand miles
I could not find a famous mountain.
I moor my boat outside Hsuan-yang
to gaze at last at Hsiang-lu peak.
Once I read the master monk.
He walked outside this world of dust.
Now his Tung-lin hut lies near;
through evening sun I hear a bell.
Tr. Matthew Flannery