Spring Evening on Pan Mountain by Wang An-shih

Spring breezes erase the flowers,
leaving me in a state of yin.

This quiet downhill road leads by
a half-hidden bower where I’ll make my bed.

Straw sandals, a walking stick–
I wander the world alone,

only a few northern birds pass by
like the memory of a beautiful song.

translated by Sam Hamill

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