Passing Hidden Fragrance Temple

Who knows the Hidden Fragrance Temple,
How many li away, on cloudy peak?
Ancient trees, no trace of path
Deep mountain, whence the bell?
Sound of the spring, the standing stones, sobbing
Color of the sun, the green pines, freezing
Toward dusk, on the curve of the lake,
Quiet Zen, to tame the poison dragon
Author of original: 
Wang Wei
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