The poem
Not know incense store temple Few enter cloud peaks Ancient trees no person path Deep hills what place bell Spring sound choke sheer rock Sun colour cold green pines Dusk empty pool bend Peace meditation control fierce dragon
I did not know the incense storing temple, I walked a few miles into the clouded peaks. No man on the path between the ancient trees, A bell rang somewhere deep among the hills. A spring sounded choked, running down steep rocks, The green pines chilled the sunlight's coloured rays. Come dusk, at the bend of a deserted pool, Through meditation I controlled passion's dragon.