鐔津文集 17.54

17.54

In times of peace he alone loftily took leave; / His virtue ascendant, he wished to conceal his light. / With white hair he parted from the enlightened lord; / Toward green mountains he longed for his native land. / The herb garden welcomes the visits of cranes; / Along chanting paths, he fears the shrouding clouds. / Even more he loves reclining in the Chan grove, / Coming from time to time to brush off the stone couch.