The Jade Mountain/A Poem to a Taoist Hermit on Ch'üan-chiao Mountain
A POEM TO A TAOIST HERMIT
ON CH'ÜAN-CHIAO MOUNTAIN
ON CH'ÜAN-CHIAO MOUNTAIN
My office has grown cold today;
And I suddenly think of my mountain friend
Gathering firewood down in the valley
Or boiling white stones for potatoes in his hut . . .
I wish I might take him a cup of wine
To cheer him through the evening storm;
But in fallen leaves that have heaped the bare slopes,
How should I ever find his footprints!
And I suddenly think of my mountain friend
Gathering firewood down in the valley
Or boiling white stones for potatoes in his hut . . .
I wish I might take him a cup of wine
To cheer him through the evening storm;
But in fallen leaves that have heaped the bare slopes,
How should I ever find his footprints!
(62a)