White King City I left at dawn
in the morning-glow of the clouds;
The thousand miles to Chiang-ling
we sailed in a single day.
On either shore the gibbons' chatter
sounded without pause
While my light boat skimmed past
ten thousand sombre crags.
... now talk about time travel. that must have been some fast boat.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...............amazing, I'm sure this was a fascinating adventure ★