March 02nd, 2022

Rough were the mountain stones,
And the path very narrow.
When I reached the temple,
Bats were in the dusk.
I climbed to the hall,
Sat on the steps,
And drank in the rain washed air

On the old wall were Buddhas
Finely painted.
The old priest brought a light to
Illumine them.
He spread the bed,
Dusted the mats, and made
My supper ready.

Han Yu