EVENING VIEW AS THE SNOW CLEARS
I lean on my staff, gaze at the sunlit snow,
Clouds and gullies in countless layers,
The woodcutter returns to his plain hut,
As the winter sun falls behind sheer peaks.
A wildfire burns over the grass of the hills;
Broken patches of mist rise from among the rocks and pines.
Then, turning back on the mountain temple road,
I hear the bells ring in the evening sky.
----Chia Tao (779-849)
tr Stephen Owen