In Abbot Zan's Room at Dayun Temple: Four Poems (4)
Boy draw water well shining Agile container rise hand Wet sprinkle not soak earth Sweep surpass like without broom Bright rosy clouds shining again pavilion Clear mist lift high window Lean fill cover path flower Dance end steps willow Difficulty world affair compel Hide away right time after Meet talk agree deep heart How can all restrain mouth Offer goodbye return cane riding crop Temporary part end turn head Vast expanse mud defile person Listen country many dogs Although not free yoke Sometimes come rest rush about Near you like white snow Grasp hot upset how be
The boy draws shining water from the well, He nimbly lifts the bucket to his hand. He sprinkles water without soaking the earth, And sweeps so well as if no broom had passed. The rosy dawn again lights the pagoda, The clearing mist lifts from the higher windows. Leaning blossoms cover over the path, Dancing willow leaves reach down to the steps. I'm driven by these troublesome affairs, Retirement from the world must be put off. We've met and talked, our deepest hearts agreeing, How can our mouths be forced completely shut? I say goodbye and fetch my riding crop, Parting for now, I turn my head at the last. There's so much mud that can defile a man, Just listen to all the dogs throughout the land. Although I cannot get free from this yoke, I'll sometimes come to rest from all the bustle. Your presence, Abbot, acts just like white snow, How can I be upset to grasp what's hot?