Buddhism

The Complete Cold Mountain: Poems of the Legendary Hermit Hanshan

Translation: Kazuaki Tanahashi and Peter Levitt

Part One: Original Poems, Circa Late Sixth to Early Seventh Century

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Last spring, when birds were warbling,
I thought of my brothers, young and old.
Now, in autumn, as chrysanthemums decline,
I think of my own birth.
Deep green rivers make me weep,
the dust of battles covers the land.
What a pity! Within a hundred years
the capital city of Xian was destroyed.

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