Self-Portrait 1 by Wang An-shih

It’s all mirage illusion, like cinnabar-and-azure paintings, this
human world. We wander here for a time, then vanish into dust.

Things aren’t other than they are. That’s all anyone can know.
Don’t ask if this thing I am today is the thing I was long ago.

translated  by David Hinton

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