Li Po
Visiting the Tao Master of Tai't'ien Mountain When He Wasn't There
You can hear dogs barking in the sound of the
water here,
and peach blossoms sparkle from the rain.
Where the trees are really deep you'll see a deer.
No one's here by the stream, but I can't herar the
temple bell.
Wild bamboo slices through the sky's bright
white-clouded blues,
and the cascade tries to fly free of the jade-blue
peak.
Nobody knows where you've gone.
A sadness like Autumn: I lean on a pine here, a pine there.

transl. by J.P. Seaton