Jia Dao


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Seeking But Not Finding The Recluse

Under pines
I ask the boy;
he says: 'My master's gone
to gather herbs.
I only know
he's on this mountain,

but the clouds are too deep
to know where.'

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Jì Lìnghú Xianggong

Cèzhàng chí shānyì,
Féngrén wèn Zǐzhōu.
Chāngjiāng nà kědào,
Xíngkè tì shēng chóu.

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