This worldA fadingMountain echoVoid andUnreal WithinA light snowThree Thousand RealmsWithin those realmsLight snow falls As the snowEngulfs my hutAt duskMy heart, tooIs completely consumed
In stubborn stupidity, I live on alonebefriended by trees and herbs.Too lazy to learn right from wrong,I laugh at myself, ignoring others.Lifting my bony shanks, I cross the stream,a sack…
The Three Thousand Worldsthat step forwardwith the light snow,and the light snow that fallsin those Three Thousand Worlds
Blending with the wind,Snow falls;Blending with the snow,The wind blows.By the hearthI stretch out my legs,Idling my time awayConfined in this hut.Counting the days,I find that February, too,Has come and…
When all thoughtsAre exhaustedI slip into the woodsAnd gatherA pile of shepherd’s purse.
In a dilapidated three-room hutI’ve grown old and tired;This winter cold is theWorst I’ve ever suffered through.I sip thin gruel, waiting for theFreezing night to pass.Can I last until spring…
Two miles from town, I meet an old woodcutterand we travel the road lined with huge pines.The smell of wild plum blossomsdrifts across the valley.My walking stick has brought us…
To kindle a fire,the autumn winds have pileda few dead leaves.
Though frost come down,Night after nightWhat does it matter?They melt in the morning sun.Though the snow fallsEach passing year,What does it matter?With spring days it thaws.Yet once let them settleOn…