Amid thousands of cloudings and streamings,
A happy idler, I loafe and invite my soul!
By day, I roam, comb, pine-thick Cold Mountain;
At night, I sleep deep under its sheltering rocks.
Springs and autumns flow swiftly by; but
With mind at peace, my eyes don't clog with dust.
How happy the life that clings to nothing -
How hushed like the flowing of a river in fall.
~Translated by Stanton Hager
