lunes, 2 de enero de 2012

Hanshan

Un poco de poesia por parte de Hanshan
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I was off to the Eastern Cliff.
Planned that trip for how long?
Dragged myself up by hanging vines,
Stopped halfway, by wind and fog.
Thorn snatched my arm on narrow tracks,
Moss so deep it drowned my feet,
So I stopped, under this red pine.
Head among the clouds, I’ll sleep.


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1 comentario:

  1. Este es otra traduccion

    I settled at Cold Mountain long ago
    Already it seems like ages
    Wandering free I roam the woods and streams
    Lingering to watch things be themselves
    Men don't come this far into the mountains
    Where white clouds gather and billow
    Dry grass makes a comfortable mattress
    The blue sky is a fine quilt
    Happy to pillow my head on the rock
    I leave heaven and earth to endless change

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