EARLY MORNING BLOGS
1563 - At Lumen-Empty Monastery, Visiting the Hermitage of Master Jung, My Departed Friend
The blue-lotus roof standing beside a pond,
White-Horse Creek tumbling through forests,
and my old friend some strange thing now.
A lingering visitor, alone and grief-stricken
after graveside rites among pines, I return,
Looking for your sitting-mat spread on rock.
Bamboo that seems always my own thoughts:
It keeps fluttering here at your thatch hut.
(Meng Hao-jan traduzido por David Hinton)
© José Pacheco Pereira