3 Ni Zan Translations by Aiden Heung

By and | 31 October 2021

Poem Written for the Painting of Mao Mountain By Wenju

I’ve come again to this road that winds
from the west of Huating, my past
preceding like a ghost I must visit;
The moon hangs above, and cascades
its silver into the river, half
of the surface glittering; Lotuses
have bloomed, silhouetting like hills.

I have with me but drinks ready
to share; I’ll invite him, that old man
who wanders alone in the woods—
He will come, I know, and have
a few cups till our high spirits ebb
into night. And we’ll leave, light-hearted.
Before us, clouds are rising cold
from a grove of pines.



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