from Cold Mountain Zen
Father and mother having left me much to inherit,
I'm not envious of others' paddies and fields.
My wife handles her loom, clicking, clucking,
my child, playing by herself, mouth babbling, babbling.
She claps her hands, making blossoms dance,
chin in hands, she listens to birds singing.
Who will come by and admire all this?
Just a woodcutter stops by for a while.
Since birth, for thirty years,
I've walked tens of thousands of li.
Along the rivers blue grass proliferated,
as I entered the borders scarlet dust rose.
I kneaded elixir vainly to seek immortality,
I read books to comment on history.
Having returned to Cold Mountain now,
I lie by a stream and wash my ears.
As I climb the path to Cold Mountain,
the route to Cold Mountain does not end.
The valley is long with piles of stones,
the streams smothered with grass.
The moss is smooth, not because of rain,
the pines sough, not by borrowing winds.
Who would go beyond the world
and sit with me amid white clouds?
I lie beneath heavy layers of rocks;
steamy clouds do not fade during the day.
My room is murky and dark,
but my mind rejects uproar and clatter.
My dreams go to wander in golden palaces,
my soul returns by crossing the stone bridge.
I've thrown away whatever disturbs me,
even the gourd clanking in the trees.
My house sits under green boulders;
the garden is wild but I do not cut grass.
New wisterias hang down, entwiningly;
old stones stand, rising steeply, sharply.
Monkeys pick mountain berries;
in the pond a white heron mouths fish.
The transcendental book, in two volumes,
I read under a tree, mumbling.
_C O L D M O U N T A I N Z E N_________________________________
Hanshan
translated by Hiroaki Sato
New Directions 2026
I've waited all my life for Hiroaki Sato to bring us Hanshan —
it was only a matter of time. Excellent footnotes accompany these
poems, so I encourage every reader to find this essential book, a
beauty, and read all the poems, all the footnotes, all the essays,
all the all. I just wanted to type out a few poems to share on a late
summer season evening.




