At Hsiang-shan Temple, Escaping the Heat

Sound of the sixth-month rapids like a fierce rain;
Hsiang-shan, upper floor north, Master Wen-ch'ang's room:
late at night I get up, stand leaning on the railing,
the roar of the water filling my ears, coolness full in my face.
Author of original: 
Po Chü-i
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