For Meng Hao-jan

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.

Next 10 Poems

• Li Po : Gazing At The Cascade On Lu Mountain
• Li Po : Going Up Yoyang Tower
• Li Po : Good Old Moon
• Li Po : Green Mountain
• Li Po : Hard Is The Journey
• Li Po : His Dream Of The Skyland
• Li Po : Leaving White King City
• Li Po : Listening To A Flute In Yellow Crane Pavillion
• Li Po : Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him
• Li Po : Marble Stairs Grievance

Previous 10 Poems

• Li Po : Farewell To Secretary Shu-yun At The Hsieh Tiao Villa In Hsuan-chou
• Li Po : Farewell To Meng Hao-jan
• Li Po : Drinking With Someone In The Mountains
• Li Po : Drinking Alone
• Li Po : Down From The Mountain
• Li Po : Confessional
• Li Po : Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak
• Li Po : Clearing At Dawn
• Li Po : Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly
• Li Po : Ch'ing P'ing Tiao