Chang Jian, Tang Dynasty At dawn, I stroll through halls of age-old stone, Sunlight gilds treetops, golden a…
Chang Jian, Tang Dynasty
At dawn, I stroll through halls of age-old stone,
Sunlight gilds treetops, golden and alone.
Winding paths lead where silence softly grows,
Among the blooms where a tranquil spirit flows.
Birds in flight sing free, the mountain's grace,
The pond reflects a calm and peaceful face.
All life slips quietly in the morning's glow,
Save for the bells that sing both soft and low.