Few people travel to where I am –
The Cold Mountain
Rarely in walking condition, this trail to heaven
Here you hear the song of cicadas
But no noise from the crows
Fallen leaves cleared away by passing clouds
Plenty of stones, almighty mountains!
Living alone, I call it The Right Direction.
If you take a closer look
You realize how perfect it is
Safe-guarded by icicles, so cool is Cold Mountain
Hiding away the green, showing off some snow white
Once the sun is out, though
Everything reveals its true nature!
Getting warmer and warmer, I sit in heaven
Recognized by no one – even the clouds leaving me alone
How deep these mountains are, how content I am
Plenty of ivory stones, none of the worldly golds
Playing my zither
just for the mountain spring
Feet resting upon rocks
caressed by the mountain breeze
No fan is needed, for such cooling ease
Basking in the moonlight, attended by the clouds
I sit in bliss
For a long time now, Cold Mountain has been this way
No birth, no death.
~ Translated from Cold Mountain’s original work in the Tang dynasty
~ 寒山 (唐代)