鐔津文集 18.39

18.39

The mountain wind also understands the mountain dweller's intent, / sweeping away all turmoil in the sky and clearing the snowflakes. / The bright moon faces the tower, our spirits already stirred; / emerald clouds fall upon the paper, our lines are fine indeed. / The heavens' majesty suddenly clears, harmonizing with all things; / immortal companions suiting one another must surely bear the surname Ma. / All stirrings have ceased, the sound of the forest trees stilled; / lying down, we watch the stars through the window gauze.