Cold Mountain Poem Fourteen by Han-Shan.

Translated by Gary

Snyder.

Cold Mountain has many hidden wonders,
People who climb here are always getting scared.
When the moon shines, water sparkles clear
When wind blows, grass swishes and rattles.
On the bare plum, flowers of snow
On the dead stump leaves of mist.
At the touch of rain it all turns fresh and live
At the wrong season you can't ford the creeks.