鐔津文集 17.62

17.62

The mountain courtyard grows quiet in the evening; / Woods and rocks stand craggy and steep. / A dog runs off, barking at human voices; / Blossoms drift, caught freely in birds' beaks. / Clear mists scent the luxuriant grasses; / The warm sun softens over tall firs. / Yet happier is the full and rounded moon; / Pure light descends onto the jade-green cliffs.