Water to the horizon
veils the base of clouds;
mountain mist
blurs the far village.
Returning to nest, birds
make tracks in the sand;
passing on the river, a boat
leaves no trace on the waves.
I gaze at the water
and know its gentle nature;
watch the mountains
until my spirit tires.
Though not yet ready
to leave off musing,
dusk falls,
and I return by horse.
translated by Mike O’Connor
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Lovely moment rendered…
“Though not yet ready
to leave off musing”
Yes, it is.
That was so lovely to read.
Glad you liked it, Anna.
these old poets always totally captivate me
Me, too.