Inscribed in a cave
I face high over this enchanted lodge,
The Court of the Five Cities of Heaven,
And I see a countryside blue and still
After the long rain.
The distant peaks and trees in Ch'in
Merge into twilight, and Han Palace
Washing stones make their autumnal echoes.
The pine shadows brush the entryway,
And grasses blow their fragrance
Into my little cave.
Who would crave a world beyond this one?
- Han Hung