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Untitled Poems

Cold Mountain (9th century)

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whoever reads my poems

must guard his purity of heart

his greed at once be modesty

flattery suddenly honesty

banish and be rid of evil karma1

trust and accept his true nature

get his buddha body today

hurry as if these were orders

 

16

people ask the way to Cold Mountain

roads don’t reach Cold Mountain

summer the ice never melts

sunup the fog is thick

how did someone like me arrive

our minds aren’t the same

if they were

you could get there then

 

29

pole your three winged galleons2

ride your thousand-mile stallions

you still won’t reach my home

it’s called the darkest wild

cliff cave deep in the mountains

clouds and thunder come down all day

I’m not Master Confucius

I have nothing to offer others

 

173

raise girls but not too many

once born you have to train them

smack their heads and yell watch out

beat their behinds and shout shut up

and before they learn how to work a loom

they won’t touch a basket or broom

Old Lady Chang advised her young jenny

you’re big but no match for your Mother

 

183

they laugh at me hey farm boy

your cheeks are a little rough

your hat’s not very high

and your belt sure is tight

it’s not that I don’t catch the trends

no money I can’t catch up

but one day I’ll be rich

and stick a stupa3 on my head

 

201

reading won’t save us from death

and reading won’t free us from want

then why do we like to be literate

the literate lord it over others

if a grown man can’t read

where can he live in peace

squeeze garlic juice in your crowfoot4

and you’ll forget it’s bitter

 

228

his mind is as high as a mountain

his ego doesn’t yield to others

he can preach the Vedic Canon5

or discuss the Three Religions6

in his heart no shame

he breaks precepts and flouts the Vinaya7

boasts a law for superior men

and claims to be the first

fools all praise and sigh

wise men clap and laugh

a mirage of flower in the sky

how can he avoid growing old

better to know nothing at all

to sit quiet and have no cares

 

246

yesterday I went to a cloud observatory8

and met some Taoist priests

star caps and moon capes askew

they said we inhabit hill and stream

I asked them the art of immortality

they said how could we presume

for what’s called the spirit sublime

the elixir must be the secret of the gods

till death we wait for a crane

and they said we’ll ride off on a fish9

later I thought this through

and concluded they were crazy

just look at an arrow shot into space

in a moment it falls back down

even if they do become immortals

they’ll just be corpse-haunting ghosts

the moon of the mind is so perfectly clear

how can phenomena compare

if you want to know the art of immortals

within yourself is the first of spirits

don’t follow Masters of the Yellow Turban10

holding onto idiocy maintaining doubt

 

267

ever since I left home

I’ve developed an interest in yoga

contracting and stretching the four-limbed Whole

attending intently the six-sensed All

wearing rough clothes all year

eating coarse food morning and night

hard on the trail even now

I’m hoping to meet the Buddha

 

283

one Budding-Talent Wang11

laughs at my prosody12

he says I don’t know a wasp’s waist

much less a stork’s knee13

I can’t control my flats and leans14

all my words come helter-skelter

I laugh at the poems he writes

a blind man’s songs of the sun

whoever has Cold Mountain’s poems

is better off than reading sūtras15

paste them up on your screen16

and read them from time to time

Translated by Red Pine

 

We may think of Cold Mountain as a state of mind rather than as an individual poet. The Cold Mountain collection consists of 307 poems written during the seventh through the ninth centuries. A notable feature of these poems is the relatively large proportion of vernacular elements they include, although they are by no means written in a purely vernacular style. Their Zen Buddhist orientation has made them very popular in the present century, which has experienced a worldwide resurgence of this sect of intuitive Buddhism. As such, they have attracted some of the very best translators of Chinese poetry. Red Pine’s versions are unique in capturing the spirit of the originals, perhaps because he comes close to living the life espoused in these crazy, but wise, poems.

1. The word “karma” includes the act (to be banished) as well as its result (to be rid of) and is said to be evil when its result is suffering.

2. The Chinese had three sizes of a large yet fast, and hence winged, warship that used oars and poles.

3. A stupa is a conical structure erected over the relics of a Buddha.

4. Coptis chinensis, a very bitter medicinal herb.

5. The Vedas include the sacred literature of Hinduism.

6. Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism.

7. That portion of the Buddhist canon dealing with regulation of moral behavior by precept.

8. Taoists indicated their hermitages by the word “observatory.”

9. The immortal Wang Tzu-ch’iao (see selection 171, note 7) rode off on a crane to the land of immortals, while Ch’in Kao rode off on a carp.

10. The Yellow Turbans were a Taoist sect of the Han dynasty whose name later became associated with those Taoists whose practice emphasized alchemy and magic.

11. A Budding Talent was roughly equivalent to our Bachelor of Arts. Although the designation as an official degree ceased to be employed as of 651, it continued to be used with reference to men-of-letters throughout the T’ang.

12. In his Poetics, Shen Yüeh (see selection 22) set forth a number of prosodic tonal errors.

13. When the second and fifth syllables in a pentasyllabic line have the same tone, it is called a “wasp’s waist.” When the fifth and fifteenth syllables of the poem have the same tone, it is called a “stork’s knee.”

14. Referring to tones that are level/even and slanted/contoured.

15. Buddhist scriptures.

16. The Chinese used to place inside their rooms folding frames inset with paper or silk backed with wood to protect them from drafts.