Dwelling in the Mountains 27

by dairo tendo

 

Hook and line are never cast
here, and nets never spread;

no one shoots strung arrows
or sets out traps and snares.

If you look, the Humanity of wolves and tigers is clear,
but there’s no limit to the passion for killing such things.

I devoted myself to Way long ago, when I was still young,
awakening to the love all beings naturally feel for life,

and was led by this to see it throughout the realm of things.
By now, never far from my dwelling place in this love,

I future the easy joy of soaring gulls and darting fish,
no hint of mechanical mind here among forest and lake.

Hsieh Ling-yun, translated by David Hinton in The Mountain Poems of Hsieh Ling-yun