3 Ni Zan Translations by Aiden Heung

By and | 31 October 2021

Written on the Fifth of June

I sit and watch a fold of moss as if
its green could sprawl onto my clothes;
Before me, a lake of spring
water and the sunset smooth like fog.
In this wasted village where I live
no traffic comes, except sometimes
a crane returns with battered clouds.



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