团抟三足身，

窑中七日亦一生。

跌坐台前方寸地，

无心挂碍有心万般。

万象问仿徨，

不负山峦不负卿。

《Seeing the Mountain, Yet Not Knowing the Mountain》

By Yu Shiyi

I was molded from clay, a three-legged form,Fired in the kiln for seven days—a lifetime transformed.

Now I sit quietly on your tea tray, in this tiny space,Free from forced attachments, yet holding countless thoughts in place.

All things between heaven and earth wander in search of their way,But this one betrays neither the mountains it bears nor the one who lets it stay.