On the summit, sudden winds wild,
a cloud sails by like a startled bird.

Standing at the guardrail, I wonder:
is it old Chang coming back home?

translated by David Hinton

This mirror of mine all coiled dragons:
its clarity was pure radiance every day,

then gathering the dust of this world
it soon blurred to a moon adrift in mist.

When grief comes, I look to that light,
but find only white hair and lament

and you in borderland distances. Tell me,
How could farewell go so long and far?

translated by David Hinton

Savoring the year’s lovely bloom together,
we come wandering among water and rock.

Forest distances open through depths of mist,
colors of spring crowding recluse mountains,

and in wine our thoughts find such accord,
ch’in song filling these joys with idleness.

Don’t worry about dark roads. We’ll invite
old moon: always a friend for the way home.

translated by David Hinton

In spring sleep, dawn arrives unnoticed.
Suddenly, all around, I hear birds in song.

A loud night. Wind and rain came, tearing
blossoms down. Who knows few or many?

translated by David Hinton