I sit alone sad at my whitening hair
Waiting for ten o’clock in my empty house
In the rain the hill fruits fall
Under the lamp grasshoppers sound
White hairs will never be transformed
That elixir is beyond creation
To eliminate decrepitude
Study the absolute.
Wang Wei (?701-761)
TR. G.W. Robinson
in Zen Poems, Selected and Edited by Peter Harris, Longman, P53.