From the hills behind the grotto I heard the heart-rending cries of monkeys and felt an anguish so intense it seemed new. I had undertaken this solitary journey with only my thoughts and my grief in hopes that it would dry my tears. How distressing to have come so far and yet to have the worries of the world still cling to me.
A roof of cedar branches,
Pine pillars, bamboo blinds,
If only these could screen me
From this world of sorrow. [4.19]