Classic Poem

A deserted mountain, streams and stones,
but no one living here.
The pavilion of those years has long since
turned to dust.
The writings of this famous man
touched on the movement of the universe:
men of the district who visit here now
must feel ashamed.
Cold forests, vague beyond the wild mists;
a frost-covered path, twisting and turning
along the ancient stream...
The scene may have changed, but customs remain the same:
I see the peasants of Ch'u-chou, coming and going
with their water-jars.