A Quote by unknown on clothes, mountains, and stillness

Swiftly the years, beyond recall, Solemn the stillness of this fair morning, I will clothe myself in spring-clothing, And visit the slopes of the Eastern Hill, By the mountain-stream a mist hovers, Hovers a moment, then scatters, There comes a wind blowing from the south That brushes the fields of new corn.


Source: Chinese poem, Author Unknown, Translated by Arthur Waley

Contributed by: Zaady