The Evening Bell on the Mountain

It is evening, with soft scents

Twilight sinks into the valley,

In the quiet, dark breezes

Only the solemn sound of the bells

Echoes from the rocky embankment.

How the tower looks down

From the steep heights of the mountain,

And with the wafting of these sounds

All futile anxiety subsides,

And deep peace penetrates my heart.

Sweet ringing, mild tones,

In you my heart dissolves,

And your unconquerable longing

Pulls the soul heavenward,

Above the pleasure and pain of this earth.