Li T’ai-Po Meditates
Li Po climbed the Flowery Mountain
As far as the Peak of the Fallen Precipice.
Gazing upward, he said:
“From this little space my breath can reach the God Star.”
He sighed, regretting his irresolution, and thought:
“Hsieh T’iao alarms people with his poetry.
I can only scratch my head
And beseech the Green Heaven
To regard me.”
Ho Ping-shou, 19th Century