Poems by Han-shan ("Cold Mountain")


My Mind

  Just like

    The autumn moon


A jade-green deep pool

  Clear

    Bright, pure white.


Nothing is worthy

  To compare

  With such intimate constancy.


How

  Can I be

    Convincing?




It's ridiculous

  Heading for Cold Mountain


--No trace

  Of wheels or even horses



Interconnecting gorges

  Make it hard remembering wrong turns


Ranges of peaks folding together

  Inconceivably many



Weeping dew,

  All kinds of grasses


Moaning wind,

  All alike, pines



This time,

  Lost on a short cut, standing here


Body asking shadow

  How to go on.



Moaning wend,

  All alike, pines


This time,

  Lost on a short cut, standing here


Body asking shadow

  How to go on.