Through folds of hills
green peaks that pierce the sky
I drift and dream
and lose track of the years

On paths that ramble
over rippling streams
my footsteps guide me
past all human cares

The world of human striving
a dim memory
hidden behind the screen
of cloud and mist

My mind is emptied now
of all desires
my heart a dry leaf
shaking in the breeze

Should I return
to Chang-an in the fall
before the mountain
turns to ice and snow

I'll see that gaudy world
a mere illusion
this higher world
all that I need to know