Visiting the Three Worthies Cave (Two Verses)
Amidst towering peaks and lush green hills, a winding path cuts through the deep white clouds. The wind startles the mountains, rustling trees where cranes rest; water droplets sing in the pool, as stones pluck a zither's strings. Vines and blossoms drape the azure cave's four walls, a solitary moon at the window mirrors the meditative mind. My alms bowl and bag are spread wherever I go— without a care, I need not ask who owns this humble hut.
In an ancient cave, a unique peace resides— Lone clouds and wild cranes rest as they please. Peach blossoms and green willows paint a scene before the court; Swallows' chirps and orioles' songs become verses on the walls. In stillness, sound is heard—wind shaking the bamboo; Before the window, a shadow appears—the moon over the pond. All worldly worries melt away, even the summer's heat. In this quiet, empty mountain, few come to stay.