Mountain Storm

Black clouds, lion-shaped,
White clouds, elephant-like, yonder. 
Crash! Crash! Thundering as if breaking the sky into two pieces. 
Slash! Slash! Lightening to cut the mountain top off. 
The Storm extends from sky to earth,
Youth’s vigour, love’s passion, beauty’s rapture.
Then Pearl-drops of hail – hundreds of jade-pieces,
Tok-tok-tok-tok-tok, monastery jingling bell.
Again soft slender rain.
Sh! Sh! Sh! Sh! Sh! whispering to the lover’s ear alone: 
“I love you, I love you, ever, ever, ever, ever.”

From Translations of Oriental Poetry (New York: Prentice Hall, 1929) by Younghill Kang. This poem is in the public domain.