Hanshan Quote

I divined and chose a distant place to dwell
T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say?
Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold
My grass gate blends with the color of the crags
I pick leaves to thatch a hut among the pines
Scoop out a pond and lead a runnel from the spring
By now I am used to doing without the world
Picking ferns I pass the years that are left

Cold Mountain: 100 Poems by the T'ang Poet Han-shan (1970), tr. Burton Watson, Columbia University Press, ISBN 0-231-03450-4.

I divined and chose a distant place to dwell T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say? Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold My grass gate blends with ...

I divined and chose a distant place to dwell T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say? Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold My grass gate blends with ...

I divined and chose a distant place to dwell T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say? Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold My grass gate blends with ...

I divined and chose a distant place to dwell T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say? Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold My grass gate blends with ...