Hanshan

Once, my back wedded to the solid cliff, Each mirror to each, profound as stone.

— Hanshan

All the people in the Kuo-ch'ing monastery— And how can others know who I am?

— Hanshan

There is a Precious MountainHappiness forever!

— Hanshan

Among a thousand clouds and ten thousand streamsTo be still as the waters of the autumn river

— Hanshan

I dreamed a place where I have come to dwellEating ferns I pass the years in peace

— Hanshan

Cold Mountain is hidden in white cloudsForever beyond the world of men

— Hanshan

I settled at Cold Mountain long agoI leave heaven and earth to endless change

— Hanshan

Today I sat before the cliffThere is not a doubt in my heart or a worry to disturb my mind

— Hanshan

When you live on Cold Mountain long enough the autumns pass quicklyAnd lean against the rock in complete harmony

— Hanshan

I'm happy in the every day WayWhile a round moon climbs up Cold Mountain

— Hanshan

I love the joy of mountainsMy body feels like a flying crane

— Hanshan

Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streamsIt has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me

— Hanshan

How wonderful is Cold MountainUnless you see clearly do not approach

— Hanshan

Climb the steep Cold Mountain wayAnd come to sit with me among the white clouds?

— Hanshan

Since I retired to Cold MountainWhile I sit happily among these cliffs

— Hanshan

People ask the way to Cold MountainYou will be here too

— Hanshan

When people look for the road in the cloudsSeek it within

— Hanshan

Tiers of mountainsOne old man

— Hanshan

Cold Mountain coldWarms old man

— Hanshan

Cold Mountain SonBeyond life death

— Hanshan

Often sit alone happy happyWinter is here sad sad

— Hanshan

Remote remote Cold Mountain roadYear year no see spring

— Hanshan

Someone sits in a mountain valeI stand alone devoted to this Cold Mountain life

— Hanshan

If you want a peaceful place to dwellI've forgotten the road by which I came

— Hanshan

The higher the trail the steeper it growsTo wait where the lone crane flies

— Hanshan

I sit cross-legged on the rockA white lotus emerges from the dark mud

— Hanshan

Old and sick, more than one hundred yearsWhy envy people with clever ways of living?

— Hanshan

Do I have a body? Or have I none?Bring offerings of wine and fruit

— Hanshan

If your house has Cold Mountain poemsRead them and read them again

— Hanshan

I divined and chose a distant place to dwellPicking ferns I pass the years that are left

— Hanshan

As for me, I delight in the every day WayWhile a round moon climbs up Cold Mountain

— Hanshan

Story on Story of wonderful hills and streamsWhat is that land of dreams to me?

— Hanshan

People ask the way to Cold Mountain. Then you could journey to the very center!

— Hanshan

I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting, To pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears.

— Hanshan

If you're looking for a place to restHe's even forgotten the road he came by

— Hanshan

Do you have the poems of Han-shan in your house?Where you can glance over them from time to time

— Hanshan