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Whence then the faint peal of a temple bell?
A gurgling stream chokes on treacherous rocks;
The dying sun flicks coldly through the blue pines.
By a quiet pool designed for meditation
/ subdue the Poisonous Dragon, passion. At the hand of another translator, the same Chinese verse becomes:
I didn't know Hsiangchi Temple
And went miles into cloudy peaks
Between ancient trees, no tracks of man —
Where was that bell, deep in the hills?
Sound of a stream choking on sharp rocks
Sun cool coloured among green pines —
At dusk beside a deserted pool, a monk
meditating to subdue the poisonous dragon.
This poem amuses me because I can imagine the author, Wang Wei, deciding one morning that he will look for a monastery he has heard exists deep in the mountains in the vicinity of his home. Though the mountains are vast and deserted, Wang Wei wanders where someone has told him to look.
Finally, after walking all day, he hears a temple bell and feels encouraged. Finding the place, he discovers a pond and sits to meditate: In
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