Monday, August 22, 2016

Son Mountain 16: A Cold Mountain Transcreation

Layer on layer of mountains and rivers,
cerulean film enclosed in rose-colored clouds—
a brush of mist soaks my cotton bandana,
morning dew dampens this coat of straw,
on my feet are sojourning sandals,
in my hand is a bamboo cane.
Again gazing beyond the dust of the world
not bothered by the dreams of that land.

(from the translations of RP106, RH-106, BW-44)

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