Master Zan in exile by Tom Sharp

How did your pewter staff get here? It’s not to add to the rustling of leaves. The autumn rain and frost have fallen and wasted the lotus and chrysanthemums. What does it matter to have been exiled? Nature and zen stay with us anywhere. The same bright moon shines on us and the same sun rises in the morning.

宿赞公房 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

杖锡何来此，秋风已飒然。 雨荒深院菊，霜倒半池莲。 放逐宁违性，虚空不离禅。 相逢成夜宿，陇月向人圆。