Stopping at Incense Storing Temple

 Not know incense store temple 
Few enter cloud peaks 
Ancient trees no person path 
Deep hills what place bell 
Spring sound choke sheer rock 
Sun colour cold green pines 
Dusk empty pool bend 
Peace meditation control fierce dragon 


I did not know the incense storing temple, 
I walked a few miles into the clouded peaks. 
No man on the path between the ancient trees, 
A bell rang somewhere deep among the hills. 
A spring sounded choked, running down steep rocks, 
The green pines chilled the sunlight's coloured rays. 
Come dusk, at the bend of a deserted pool, 
Through meditation I controlled passion's dragon.

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