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Poetry & Reflections

Luan Night

The master gathers the many talents; his grace extends to later generations

Seeking the Way, a hermit hidden on Luofu;

over the ridge-hills, head bowed deep.

The immortals and spirits have none to whom one may inquire;

in the night, there is the harp of Heaven.

Written by Master Sanfu on May 14, 2021. Please credit the source if you share.

Translation Notice: This English version was translated with AI assistance. Specialized, historical, religious, or culturally sensitive terms may contain nuances, inaccuracies, or debatable wording. In case of ambiguity or discrepancy, the original Chinese text shall prevail.