Искусствоед
Li Po
Sitting at Reverence Mountain
The flocks have flown high up and gone.
A single cloud fades into emptiness.
I meditation endlessly we two:
then only the Mountain of Reverence.
transl. by J.P. Seaton
Sitting at Reverence Mountain
The flocks have flown high up and gone.
A single cloud fades into emptiness.
I meditation endlessly we two:
then only the Mountain of Reverence.
transl. by J.P. Seaton