Gazing all day into mountains, I can’t get enough of mountains.
Retire into mountains, and mountains become our old masters:
when mountain blossoms scatter away, mountains always remain,
and in empty mountain stream water, mountains deepen idleness.
translated by David Hinton
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
That second stanza! So much there.
He is a wonderful poet.