The round moon climbs up Cold Mountain

As for me, I delight in the everyday Way
Among mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves.
Here in the wilderness, I am completely free,
With my friends, the white clouds, idling forever.
There are roads, but they do not reach the world;
Since I am mindless, who can rouse my thoughts?
On a bed of stone I sit alone in the night
While the round moon climbs up Cold Mountain

Hanshan (tr. Burton Watson)

Peter Harris. ed., 1999. Zen Poems. UK: Random House.