"A thousand clouds, ten thousand streams,
Here I live, an idle man,
Roaming green peaks by day,
Back to sleep by cliffs at night.
One by one, springs and autumns go,
Free of heat and dust, my mind.
Sweet to know there’s nothing I need,
Silent as the autumn river’s flood."
#hanshan (tr. by A.S.Kline)
#antiwork #simpleliving #buddhism #china

HS 99, which I like to think of as "former gifted children stfu challenge":

蹭蹬諸貧士， 飢寒成至極。
閑居好作詩， 札札用心力。
賤他言孰采， 勸君休歎息。
題安糊䴵上， 乞狗也不喫。

Broke scholars who can't catch a break,
Hungry and cold as can be,
Using your down-time to versify,
Pouring your hearts into every strip of paper --

Low as you are, who'd listen to your words?
I'm telling you: Quit moaning and groaning.
If you wrote your verses on a bun,
A starving dog would shun it.

#寒山 #HanShan #ChineseLiterature #TangPoetry #Translation

Han Shan 55 is good too:

桃花欲經夏， 風月催不待。
訪覓漢時人， 能無一箇在。
朝朝花遷落， 歲歲人移改。
今日揚塵處， 昔時為大海。

Peach blossoms long to last the summer through,
but wind and moon compel them ceaselessly.
Look for the people of the Han --
there's not a one alive today.
Dawn after dawn the flowers aged and fell;
Year in, year out, the people moved and changed.
There, where your foot kicks up the dust:
That once was boundless sea.

#寒山 #HanShan #ChineseLiterature #TangPoetry #Translation

LXII

Oh I've been poor for sure...
But today, I'm broke, and cold
Whatever I've tried hasn't worked as planned,
and the ways that I went left me lost
in the mud, and my boots sunk in over their tops...
On festival days, when the food is for free,
it's just a full belly ache for me.
Since I lost that pretty cat,
the rats have my pot under siege.

#HanShan #poetry #coldmountains

#hanshan #闲山
#한산

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