QUIET NIGHT THOUGHTS
by Li Bai 李白 (701-762)
Before the bed—there—the bright moonlight
appears to me as frost upon the ground.
I raise my head and gaze upon the moon.
I bow my head and long for my hometown.
COLD MOUNTAIN POEMS #9
by Han Shan 寒山 (fl. Tang dynasty)
People ask me the way to Cold Mountain.
Cold Mountain? There are no roads that reach it.
At summer’s height, the ice has yet to melt,
and the rising sun is veiled by fog and mist.
Me? By what paths did I find the way to it?
Well, your heart and mine—truth is, they differ.
But if that heart of yours were more like my own,
you’d be able to find your way to its center.