Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

For Meng Hao-Jan - Poem by Li Po

I love Master Meng.
Free as a flowing breeze,
He is famous
Throughout the world.

In rosy youth, he cast away
Official cap and carriage.
Now, a white-haired elder, he reclines
Amid pines and cloud.

Drunk beneath the moon,
He often attains sagehood.
Lost among the flowers,
He serves no lord.

How can I aspire
to such a high mountain?
Here below, to his clear fragrance,
I bow.


Translated by Greg Whincup

Submitted by Edward McDonald


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  • (9/13/2015 10:28:00 AM)


    ....a beautiful and stunning tribute ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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