Woodcutter on the Cold Ciff road

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Can't Stand These Bird-Songs

Hanshan (Tang) I can't stand these bird-songs Now I'll go rest in my straw shack. The cherry flowers are out scarlet The willow shoots up feathery. Morning sun drives over blue peaks Bright clouds wash green ponds. Who knows that I'm out of the dusty world Climbing the southern slope of Cold Mountain?!?

Niǎo Nòng Qíng Bùkān

Hánshān (Táng) Niǎo hòng qíng bùkān, Qíshí wò cǎo ān. Yīngtáohóng shuòshuò, Yángliǔ zhèng sānsān. Xùrí xián qīng zhàng, Qíng yún xǐ lǜ tán. Shéizhī chū chénsú, Yù shàng Hánshān nán.

Translator:

Gary Snyder 史耐德

Notes: Gary Snyder, Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems, Shoemaker & Hoard 2004

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