A gentle
spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly
dust.
Three times the bell tolls
echoes like a wave.
We see heaven upside down in sad puddles.
Love's vast sea cannot be emptied.
And springs of
grace flow easily everywhere.
Where is nirvana?
Nirvana is
here, nine times out of ten.
- from the Vietnamese of Ho Xuan Huong