Plum Blossoms on a Tigers whiskers

The rivers, they all flow to the east.
The mountains, they all face to the south.

Lotus flowers are oblivious of the mud,
a tiger bats a plum blossom tumble of twenty years.

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Lines in the hall, of robes coated with dust,
and robes without. There’s no one to tell the difference.

For the twentieth year plum blossoms fall,
come to rest on a tigers whiskers.

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First image found here: https://www.orientaloutpost.com/proddetail.php?prod=dis-np10&cat=12&nl=y

Second image found here: http://www.yale.edu/calligraphy/aboutus.html