廬山記 4.23

4.23

In the morning I staff my way along sheer cliffs; / In the evening I rest in my mountain dwelling. / Dispersed peaks pillow the high lodge; / Facing ridges overlook the winding torrent. / Long forests array the courtyards; / Piled stones shore up the terrace foundation. / Connecting crags make me feel the road is blocked; / Dense bamboos make the path feel hasty. / The newcomer forgets new arts; / The departing one perhaps takes the former trail. / The evening stream flows swiftly; / Cry upon cry, the night gibbons wail. / Deep obscurity—is it a separate principle? / Guarding the Way, naturally there is no divergence. / My heart accords with the stems of late autumn; / Daily I enjoy the sprouts of three months of spring. / Dwelling in the constant to await the end, / Living in accord with nature, I am content with what befalls. / I regret having no companion of shared mind / To ascend together the ladder to the blue clouds.