WAYs Wang Wei’s Deer Park

Deer Park

Nobody in sight on the empty mountain
but human voices are heard far off.
Low sun slips deep in the forest
and lights the green hanging moss.

Willis Barnstone, Tony Barnstone, Xu Haixin

Deer Park

Empty mountain, none to be seen.
Listen close and all you’ll hear’s
the bird song sound of human language.
Sun’s come to this deep grove,
Beginning again, it writes on grey-green lichen, on stone.

J.P. Seaton

Deer Park

No one seen. Among empty mountains,
hints of drifting voice, faint, no more.
Entering these deep woods, late sunlight
flares on green moss again, and rises.

Willis Barnstone

Deer Park

Empty mountain. None to be seen,
But hear, the echoing of voices.
Returning shadows enter deep, the grove.
Sun shines, again, on lichen’s green.

Francois Cheng

Deep Park

No one seen. Among empty mountains,
hints of drifting voice, faint, no more.
Entering these deep woods, late sunlight
Hates on green moss again, and rises.

David Hinton