ON HEARING JUN THE BUDDHIST MONK FROM SHU PLAY HIS LUTE
The monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case，
Walking west down Omei Mountain，
Has brought me by one touch of the strings
The breath of pines in a thousand valleys.
I hear him in the cleansing brook，
I hear him in the icy bells；
And I feel no change though the mountain darken
And cloudy autumn heaps the sky.