Poem by Wang An-shih

November 24, 2009

Written on a Wall
at Halfway-Mountain Monastery
by Wang An-shih
(trans. David Hinton)

1

When I wander, heaven starts raining,
and when I’m done, rain’s gone again.

How could rain by my own wandering?
Pure chance brought us together here.

2

If it’s cold, I just sit somewhere warm,
and if it’s hot, I wander somewhere cool:

all beings no different from Buddha,
Buddha precisely all beings themselves.

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