Reverend Zan’s Chambers in Great Cloud Temple
II
Fine and soft, green thread slippers,
shining bright, white cotton kerchief.
Treasured deep away, to provide for aged monks,
you take them out to use for my person.
Considering myself, I feel ever more that I lack charm,
how then does our friendship stay so fresh?
Daolin’s talent is not of the common age,
Huiyuan’s virtue surpasses others.
Rain streams from the bamboo by the twilight eaves,
the wind blows the celery by the spring well.
In the sky’s darkness we face the paintings
I especially feel that the dragon’s scales are moist.