Wang Wei

Sitting in mystic bamboo grove, back unseen
Press stops of long whistle
Deep forest unpierced by man
Moon and I face each other.

Sitting alone, hid in bamboo
Plucking the lute and gravely whistling
People wouldn't know that deep woods
Can be this bright in the moon.

Sitting alone in recluse bamboo dark
I play a chi'in, settle into breath chants.

In these forests depths no ones knows
this moon come bathing me in light.



-Ancient (old) Chinese poet Wang Wei