Pilgrimage to Huà Shàn Mountain,
Beside me a rock face and a rusty chain,
Beneath me, three planks and the eternal wind.
No wonder they thought Taoists immortal.
Come this way once and you'll think,
You can live forever!
Copyright © Res John Burman 5th November 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem