At Cloud-Wisdom Monastery, in the Ch’an Master’s Courtyard
Exalted with age, you never leave here:
the gate-path is overgrown with grass.
But summer rains have come, bringing
fruits and herbs into such bright beauty,
so we stroll down into forest of shadow,
sharing what recluse birds feel at dusk,
freed even of our names. And this much
alone, we wander the countryside back.
（David Hinton 译）