Cloud gifts the mountain a white cap.
Trails and vines intertwine, gripped by flowers and weeds.
A stream splashes down the cliff, then rushes to the ocean.
Spring breeze does all the idle things,
blowing wildflowers everywhere, making the cattle, sheep,
men and women lose their way in the mountain...
But these are for an idle time.
The green mountain sits still, lost in meditation.
(transl. by Joan Xie & Sam Perkins from Chinese)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought out and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing, and do remain enriched.