Beautiful moon, last night!
I filled my stomach with the divine water from a creek.
My face waved in the water. I flattered myself that I was a pretty handsome gentleman.
I sang an ancient Chinese song:
“Come ’long, to-morrow moon,
Carrying a harp!”
J
Stop your empty noise, meadow-larks!
Silence is the first study of this hill and the last, don’t you know?
I am absorbed in my grave work, “The Secret of the World.”