Cold Mountain Poem Twelve by Han-Shan.

Translated by Gary Snyder

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In my first thirty years of life
I roamed hundreds and thousands of miles
Walked by rivers through deep green grass
Entered cities of boiling red dust.
Tried , but couldn't make immortal;
Read books and wrote poems on history.
Today I'm back at Cold Mountain:
I'll sleep by the creek and purify my ears.