by tendo zenji
AFTER CLIMBING PA-LING MOUNTAIN, IN THE WEST HALL AT WAI-YDAN MONASTERY: OFFERED TO A MONK BEYOND THIS WORLD ON HENG MOUNTAIN
There’s a sage monk on Heng Mountain,
the beauty of five peaks his true bones,
autumn moon alight in a sea of water
revealing his ten-thousand-mile heart.
A guardian gone into southern darkness,
pilgrims of the Way all visit him there,
sweet dew sprinkling down, a language
clear and cool gracing flesh and hair.
Bright lake a mirror of fallen heaven,
scented hail a gate into all this silver:
come for the view, I feed on kind winds,
new blossoms teaching mind this vast.
Translated by David Hinton in The Selected poems of Li Po