The Retreat of Hsieh Kung
By Li T’ai-Po
The sun is setting—has set—on the Spring-green Mountain.
Hsieh Kung’s retreat is solitary and still.
No sound of man in the bamboo grove.
The white moon shines in the centre of the unused garden pool.
All round the ruined Summer-house is decaying grass,
Grey mosses choke the abandoned well.
There is only the free, clear wind
Again—again—passing over the stones of the spring.