Beneath high cliffs I live alone

by Han-shan (Cold Mountain)

English version by Red Pine (Bill Porter)
Original Language Chinese

Beneath high cliffs I live alone
swirling clouds swirl all day
inside my hut it might be dim
but in my mind I hear no noise
I passed through a golden gate in a dream
my spirit returned when I crossed a stone bridge
I left behind what weighed me down
my dipper on a branch click clack

-- from The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain, Translated by Red Pine

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