I spur my horse past the ruined city;

by Han-shan (Cold Mountain)

English version by Burton Watson
Original Language Chinese

I spur my horse past the ruined city;
the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts:
ancient battlements, high and low;
old grave mounds, great and small.

Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed trembles
and the voice of the great trees clings forever,
I sigh over all these common bones --
No roll of the immortals bears their names.

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