Wind Blows Through the Bamboo Sparse (風來疎竹)

風來疎竹 風過而竹不留聲,
鴈度寒潭 鴈去而潭不留影,
故君孑事來而心始現 事去而心隨空.

Though wind blows through the bamboo sparse,
When it has passed the wood does not the sound retain.
Wild goose flies o’er the cold clear lake;
The flying shape does not on water long remain.
Thusly, the thought arises in the man of virtue when th’occasion calls;
When it has passed the mind again must turn serene.