Stretch a bow to the very full,
And you will wish you had stopped in time;
Temper a sword-edge to its very sharpest,
And you will find it soon grows dull.
When bronze and jade fill your hall.
You ask me why I live in the grey hills.
I smile but do not answer, for my thoughts are elsewhere.
Like peach petals carried by the stream, they have gone
To other climates, to countries other than the world of men.
A black crow
Has settled himself
On a leafless tree,
Fall of an autumn day.
Under the bright moon,
A secret worm
Digs into a chestnut.
On a snowy morning,