Every now and then, between the trees, I see deer.
Twelve o'clock, but I hear no bell in the ravine.
Wild bamboos slit the blue-green of a cloudy sky,
The waterfall hangs against the jade-green peak.
There is no one to tell me where he has gone.
I lean against the pine-trees grieving.
REPLY TO AN UNREFINED PERSON ENCOUNTERED IN THE HILLS
BY LI T'AI-PO