Prosseguindo...

"It's fun to be on Cold Mountain Road,
yet it has no tracks of horses and carts.

Valley joins valley, bends past recall,
bluff upon bluff, too many to count.

A thousand different plants with tears of dew,
but pines all the same, moaning in the wind.

When you lose the path at a moment like this,
shape asks shadow: "Which way do I go?"

*

Someone asked me the way to Cold Mountain -
to Cold Mountain no road goes through.

The ice does not melt on summer's days,
when sun comes out, the fog there glows.

How did someone like me get there? -
my heart is not at all like yours.

If your heart were just like mine,
then you could get there right away."


Li Bo, Han-Shan: The Master of Cold Mountain