Visiting Pai-an Pavilion - Hsieh Ling-yun

Beside this dike, I shake off the world's dust,
enjoying walks alone near my brushwood house.  

A small stream gurgles down a rocky gorge.
Mountains rise beyond the trees, 
 
kingfisher blue, almost beyond description,
but reminding me of the fisherman's simple life. 
 
From a grassy bank, I listen
as springtime fills my heart.

Finches call and answer in the oaks.
Deer cry out, then return to munching weeds. 

I remember men who knew a hundred sorrows,
and the gratitude they felt for gifts. 
 
Joy and sorrow pass, each by each,
failure at one moment, happy success the next. 


But not for me. I have chosen freedom
from the world's cares. I chose simplicity.