I love Master Meng. <br />Free as a flowing breeze, <br />He is famous <br />Throughout the world. <br /> <br />In rosy youth, he cast away <br />Official cap and carriage. <br />Now, a white-haired elder, he reclines <br />Amid pines and cloud. <br /> <br />Drunk beneath the moon, <br />He often attains sagehood. <br />Lost among the flowers, <br />He serves no lord. <br /> <br />How can I aspire <br />to such a high mountain? <br />Here below, to his clear fragrance, <br />I bow. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Greg Whincup <br /> <br />Submitted by Edward McDonald<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-meng-hao-jan/
