On tea drinking

On tea drinking:

The first cup moistens my lips and throat,

The second cup breaks my loneliness,

The third cup searches my barren entrails,

The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration,

The fifth cup purifies me,

The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals,

The seventh cup – Ah, but I can take no more.

by a scholar of the seventh century

"As the years go by, give me but peace ...."

As the years go by, give me but peace,

freedom from the ten thousand ensnarements.
I ask myself and always answer:
What can be better than coming home?
A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash,
And my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
You ask me about good and evil fortune? ...
Hark, on the lake there’s a fisherman singing.

The Jade Mountain, Wang Wei