A Chan Hall Behind a Temple Ruin tr By S L Kong
I arrive at this ancient temple at first light
The morning sun shines into the forest its lofty trees bright
A bamboo- lined path leads me to a deep serene retreat
The Chan Hall is hidden in shrubs and flowers sweet
Birds chase one another in the mountain aura displaying pleasure
In the bottom of the deep mountain pool my mind finds solitude and leisure
‘Tis so quiet I find no trace of heavenly sounds here
Only temple bells toll their peel linger in the air
Hermitage at Broken –Hill Monastery tr By Father John Turner
Within this convent old
By the clear dawn
Tall woods are lit with earliest rays.
Lo, here and there a pathway strays
On to a hidden lawn
Whose flowery thickets cells enfold.
The light upon yon hill
Lulls every bird;
And shadows on dark tarns set free
The souls of men from vanity.
Each sound of earth is still,
Only the temple bell is heard.