How is Mountain Tai?
Its green is seen beyond State Qi and State Lu,
a distillation of creation's spirit and beauty.
Its slopes split day into Yin and Yang.
Its rising clouds billow in my chest.
Homecoming birds fly through my wide-open eyes.
I should climb to the summit
and in one glance see all other mountains dwarfed.
home coming birds fly through my wide open eyes. is from genius mind. distillation of creation beauty and spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess the English translation doesn't capture as much as Chinese meter. My Chinese teacher told us that it has the neatest meter- antithesis, rhyme, tone and structure.