"I've walked ...."

“I’ve walked to the water’s end.

I sit to watch the rising clouds.

By chance, I meet an old woodcutter:

talking and laughing, I don’t want to go back.”

Wang Wei

"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