Staring at Mount Zhongnan, a Poem Written for Hermit lived on Peak Purple Palace
Author: Bai Li(AD701-AD762, Tang Dynasty)
Translator: Lei Fan 2017 in Chicago
Walking out of the door, I start at the mountains in south,
My sensation gets aroused, boundlessly, into infinity.
I can hardly find a word describing the beautiful scenes,
Everyday, the green pines and mountains stand right in front of me.
White clouds float and roll, when the wind is blowing,
Stretch themselves freely at the edge of the heaven.
My soul has harmonized with what I have seen, seamlessly,
My mind is set peace and free with my spirit enchanted.
When can I visit the hermit who lives on Peak Purple Palace,
Escaping the clamorous world of mortals, follow him on the precipice.