Translated by: Zhang Ziqing
Edited by: Michael True
Not hermit nor demigod,
You sit with all forgotten
Amid the mountain woods
Like a rock which stands out.
The pass has long disappeared.
The cane you casually put aside
has grown into a stretch of sparse woods.
A thousand autumns are thus gone,
And who can knock at the door of time
To wake you up from the fram of painting?
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