On My Way from South Mountain to North Mountain, I Glance at the Scenery from the Lake
At dawn I set out from the sunlit cliffs,
At sunset I take my rest by the shaded peaks.
Leaving my boat, I turn my eyes upon the distant sandbars,
Resting my staff, I lean against the lush pines.
The small mountain paths are far and deep,
The ring-like islets are beautiful and pleasing.
I view the twigs of tall trees above,
I listen to the torrents in the deep valley below.
The rocks lie flat, and the river divides its flow;
The forest is dense, tracks are buried and lost.
What is the effect of Nature's “deliverance” and “becoming”?
All things growing are lush and thriving.
Young bamboos are wrapped in green sheaths,
Fresh rushes embrace their purple flowers;
Seagulls play by the springtime banks,
Wild pheasants sport in the gentle breeze.
At sunset I take my rest by the shaded peaks.
Leaving my boat, I turn my eyes upon the distant sandbars,
Resting my staff, I lean against the lush pines.
The small mountain paths are far and deep,
The ring-like islets are beautiful and pleasing.
I view the twigs of tall trees above,
I listen to the torrents in the deep valley below.
The rocks lie flat, and the river divides its flow;
The forest is dense, tracks are buried and lost.
What is the effect of Nature's “deliverance” and “becoming”?
All things growing are lush and thriving.
Young bamboos are wrapped in green sheaths,
Fresh rushes embrace their purple flowers;
Seagulls play by the springtime banks,
Wild pheasants sport in the gentle breeze.
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