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Midday meal: birds peer at the dais;
Sitting in peace: the sun passes the steps.
Vulgar atmosphere has no way to come near;
The smoke drifts up and forms a massed defense.

—黄庭堅 (Huang T’ing-Chien’) (1045–1105), Chinese calligrapher, painter, and poet.

[In imitation of Hsu Kan]
Since you, sir, went away,
My golden burner has had no incense,
For thinking of you I am like the bright candle,
At midnight vainly burning itself away.

—Wang Jung

“Stone honey” transforms snail’s armor;
in quince [juice] is boiled aloeswood.
[From the] Po-shan [censer] a lone smoke rises;
facing this [scene,] I shiver with awe.

—黄庭堅 (Huang T’ing-Chien’) (1045–1105), Chinese calligrapher, painter, and poet.

I breathe in the cool incense smoke from the metal brazier,
While thinking about a poem for my dear friend Lu Wa.
My sandalwood-hearted companion spits out plum blossoms of smoke,
Looking like the cloudy fog of the other world.
Perhaps it’s the soul of my friend the old mountain man
…In the smoke’s dense patterns?

—Kan Po, in memoriam (undated)

The affairs of men never reach here; Everything is quiet and empty.
All the incense has been swallowed up by the endless night.
My robe has become a garment of dew.
Unable to sleep I walk out into the woods.
Suddenly, above the highest peak, The full moon appears.

—Ryokan Taigu (1758-1831)

At Nantai I sit quietly with an incense burning,
One day of rapture, all things are forgotten,
Not that mind is stopped and thoughts are put away,
But that there is really nothing to disturb my serenity.

—守安 Shou-an

The Master, sugar cube in hand, coaxes
The bird from its golden cage;
Where youth and beauty never age –
Where Hafiz pitched his tent
There’s the scent of incense
Among the Revolving Universes.

خواجه شمس‌الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی (Khwāja Šamsu d-Dīn Muḥammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī) (1325/26–1389/90), Persian Poet.

“Gold is just dust when still in the ground, and oud, in its country of origin, is just another kind of firewood.”

–Muhammad Ibn Idris al-Shafi’i



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