True-Taoist, good friend Mêng, <br />Your madness known to one and all, <br />Young you laughed at rank and power. <br />Now you sleep in pine-tree clouds. <br />On moonlit nights floored by the Dragon. <br />In magic blossom deaf to the World. <br />You rise above - a hill so high. <br />I drink the fragrance from afar.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/m-ng-hao-jan/
