From David Hinton’s translation of Li Po – The Selected Poems of Li Po
Written on a wall at Hsiu-Ching Monastery in Wu-Ch’ang
Now a monastery on southern river-banks,
this was once my northern kinsman’s home.
There’s no one like him now. Courtyards
empty, monks sit deep in temple silence.
His books remain, bound in ribbon-grass,
and white dust blankets his ch’in stand.
He lived simply, planting peach and plumb,
but in nirvana, springtime never arrives.