A stand of bamboo unifies a garden--
a salutary breeze drifts below a fence.
In the season of golden leaves, I regret the day's brevity--
this night of silence--I want to last.
Sun showers surround the Abbot's quarters--
humid air entices the land.
Five days I've stayed, resting my staff and shoes--
such delight when the world's grace endures.
---Hyesim---
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