Climbing Up Cold Mountain
Clambering up the cold mountain path,
The cold mountain trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain.
The pine sings, but there is no wind.
Who can leap the world’s ties
And sit with me among the white clouds?
寒山 Han Shen
The Soul of the World: A Modern Book of Hours