Searching for the Ox (尋 牛)

The first Ox Herding Picture is “Searching for the Ox” (尋 牛)

忙 忙 撥 草 去 追 尋
busy busy pulling grass go chase search

水 闊 山 遙 路 更 深
water wide mountain distant path deeper

力 盡 神 疲 無 處 覔
strength finish spirit tired no place [left to] seek

但 聞 楓 樹 晚 蟬 吟
only listen maple tree evening cicada sing

Notes:
Line 1: 撥 草 is found in an old proverb: 拨草瞻风 “pluck the grass and see the wind”
Line 2: 更 深 is a character combination that means “deeper”
Line 4: 但 聞 is an old literary/poetic formula for “all one could hear was”, but literally: “only listen”

Also see Stanley Lombardo’s translation (from here):

Searching through tall, endless grass,
Rivers, mountain ranges, the path trails off.
Weary, exhausted, no place left to hunt:
Maples rustle, evening, the cicada’s song.

And three different versions of the “original” Chinese are here:
https://terebess.hu/english/Chinese.pdf

The phrase 拨草瞻风 is found in the “Record of Dongshan”. William F. Powell explains the phrase like this:

“To push aside the grass and gaze into the wind” is a play on a line from the Confucian Analects suggesting the ability to distinguish the superior man from ordinary people. “The superior man’s deportment is like the wind; ordinary people’s is like grass. When the wind blows over it, the grass bends.” Lun-Yü 12: 19.
[footnote #21 here: https://terebess.hu/zen/dongshan-eng.html]

The English phrase “Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind” is found in Act 1, Scene 1 of Shakespeare’s play “The Merchant of Venice”. It is spoken by Salanio.

By Yokoo Tatsuhiko, from: https://terebess.hu/english/oxherding.html

And even Edna St. Vincent Millay’s little poem “Afternoon on a Hill” seems to have a cheerful, if distant, echo of this whole business with the grass, and the wind, and fading light:

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

https://poets.org/poem/afternoon-hill

 

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