collaborating with li po
poet
Lured by flowers, I lean on a rock and suddenly it becomes dark.
The furnace lights up earth and sky,
red sparks fly pell mell into purple smoke.
Mountain views merge with thousand sheets of rain.
How like a bolt of white silk this water,
Turning the earth into a flattened sky.
Clouds turn dark with a hint of rain;
On the placid waters mists rise.
I raise my cup to invite the moon to join me;
It and my shadow make a party of three.
A lone boat, a sliver of moon facing the maple woods.
The setting sun about to vanish west of the Hsien Hill,
Lost among the flowers, I wear a hat upside down.
A bright moon rising above T'ien Shan;
lost in a vast ocean of clouds.
Here mountain scenery delights the birds and reflections in the pond empty a man's mind.
His lone sails far shadow vanishes into the adjure void.
I scale the mountain among azure clouds,
Halfway up appears the sun in the sea.