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I asked a boy beneath a pine tree;
He said “Master has gone to pick herbs
Right here on this mountain . . .”
Clouds thick, whereabouts unknown.1

Footnotes

  1. Jia Dao, “Looking for a Recluse but Not Finding Him,” in Clouds Thick, Whereabouts Unknown, ed. and trans. by Charles Egan (Columbia University Press, 2010), p.80↩︎