On Visiting a Taoist Master in the Daitian Mountains and Not Finding Him
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!
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