Cold Mountain Poem Six by Han-Shan. .
Translated by Gary Snyder
Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: There's no through trail.
In summer, ice doesn't melt
The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.
How did I make it?
My heart's not the same as yours.
If your heart was like mine
You'd get it and be right here.
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