As the mountain-temple bell tolls, night falls,
Travelers clamor at Yuliang pier, to board.
While others tread the sandy path back
towards their riverbank village homes,
I too, ride a boat that is bound for Lumen.
As misty trees brighten up beneath Her moonlight,
I arrive at Pang’s secret abode unexpectedly.
Outside the hermitage door lays a piney path,
all secluded and scarce,
The only who comes and goes,
is none but the hermit himself.