Li Bai, On Hearing Jun the Buddhist Monk from Shu Play his Lute
Li Bai, 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.