Visiting a Taoist Master on Tai-T’ien Mountain

A dog’s bark mingles with splashing water;
Nearby, peach blossoms fatten on spring rain.

Now and then in deep woods I spot deer;
Ahead, a rushing stream drowns out noon’s bell;

Blades of wild bamboo slice blue mist;
From a jade peak erupts a torrent of snow-melt.

No one knows where the master has gone;
Leaning dejected on this and that pine, I linger.