(translated by oswald)
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You said the mountain belongs to you
So you go and come at ease
The sutra streamers on it are blowing in the wind
With a mere tone repeating and echoing
You stroke them with your hand
The wind stops to blow
The mountain looks at us attentively and peacefully
Under a cloudy sky of the night
(1987/05-12)
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