鐔津文集 17.72

17.72

My trifling roaming in the world is finished; / With an impulse to return, I seek my old hermitage. / Walking along spring banks, not yet to the end, / I watch the evening sun almost completely sink. / Mountain mist fades along the ridges; / The sky's reflection draws near by the water. / Cherishing my own genuine quiet delight, / My pure chanting lengthens and draws out.