from Four Verses, #4 by Chang Yang-hao

I live here retired, apart
from the dust of the vulgar.
Clouds and mist, it’s peaceful.
A thousand mountains’ green surround the hut:
I’m the old man in the painting.
Look at this limitless beauty. . .
Could I put it down
and serve again?

translated by J.P. Seaton

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