Tune: "Sand of Silk-Washing Brook"
A hazy mountain temple hides away behind the setting sun.
Dusk falls before birds on the wing get halfway up to the top.
From above, a single chime of the temple bell
Brings the passing clouds to a halt.
I try to climb the lofty peak to steal a look at the bright Moon.
Maybe she is in the mood to open the Eye of Heaven for a peep at the mundane world.
Pity is that I am but a mortal in her heavenly eyes.
Dusk falls before birds on the wing get halfway up to the top.
From above, a single chime of the temple bell
Brings the passing clouds to a halt.
I try to climb the lofty peak to steal a look at the bright Moon.
Maybe she is in the mood to open the Eye of Heaven for a peep at the mundane world.
Pity is that I am but a mortal in her heavenly eyes.
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