I’ve retired

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Han Shan # 175

 

the place where I’ve retired

the mysteries are hard to explain

without any wind the vines all sway

despite no fog the bamboo stays dark

why do the mountain streams cry

or clouds suddenly gather on the ridge

why am I in my hut at noon

when I first feel the sun’s heat

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