To reach Chrysanthemum River
I always follow Ch’ing Gorge Stream
Through the mountains, through
Ten thousand twists and turns
A fine trip and not a hundred li.
The noise among boulders is tremendous,
The view into pine, serene;
Swirling water chestnut
Distilled reflections of reeds.
My original mind is unstriving,
A pure, tranquil stream, like that.
I could stay on some big rock slab,
Fishing forever.