All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other—
Only the mountain and I.

The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. | "Zazen on Ching-t'ing Mountain", trans. Sam Hamill | Flocks of birds fly high and vanish; A single cloud, alone, calmly drifts on. Never tired of looking at each other— Only the Ching-t'ing Mountain and me. | "Sitting Alone in Ching-t'ing Mountain", trans. Irving Y. Lo

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