廣弘明集 30.182

30.182

恍忽煙霞散。颼飂松柏陰。幽山白楊古。野路黃塵深。終無千月命。安用九丹金。闕里長蕪沒。蒼天空照心。

Suddenly, the mists and clouds disperse;
Chill winds blow through the shade of pines and cypresses.
In the secluded mountains, ancient white poplars stand;
Along the wild paths, yellow dust runs deep.
In the end, there is no life of a thousand moons;
What use is the gold of nine-turn cinnabar?
The village of Que is long overgrown and ruined;
The azure sky shines in vain upon my heart.