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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.


Translated by Greg Whincup

Submitted by Edward McDonald

Added: 14 Oct 2002 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 12:08 PM | Viewed: 6917 times

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