Where the dogs bark
by roaring waters,
Whose spray darkens
the petals' colors,
Deep in the woods
deer at times are seen;
The valley noon:
one can hear no bell,
But wild bamboos
cut across bright clouds,
Flying cascades
hang from jasper peaks;
No one here knows
which way you have gone:
Two, now three pines
I have leant against!
by roaring waters,
Whose spray darkens
the petals' colors,
Deep in the woods
deer at times are seen;
The valley noon:
one can hear no bell,
But wild bamboos
cut across bright clouds,
Flying cascades
hang from jasper peaks;
No one here knows
which way you have gone:
Two, now three pines
I have leant against!