Mountain waters have clear sounds.
Those who hear them feel at home.
Cold springs, wash, stone, roots
All enlighten my heart, I listen
And think, "When can I bring my people
To farm and fish high in the clouds?"
I think and think and feel more sad,
As spring breezes blow and the moon rises.
Ching-hsiang Ta-ti-tze Keng-hsin Tsao-tang given to Mr. Hsia-shan for a smile ( 1703)
The University of Massachusetts Press Amherst, 1982