We’ve tossed aside the tranquil peace of those northern grasslands:
Mongol dust overran both capitals, left defenses burning, burning.
Adviser no more, grown old, your ten-thousand-mile life wandering. . .
Come here under cold skies, I listen to the sound of a river flowing.
translated by David Hinton
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…and what is left, but to ‘listen to the sound of a river flowing.’ Beautiful
There’s an old Buddhist saying that paraphrased goes: one must go to the river and purify one’s ears.
And the sound of water flowing does have a soothing, cleansing effect, don’t you think?
It surely does