Parting From Yang, a Hill Man Who Is Returning to the High Mountain
By Li T’ai-Po
There is one place which is an everlasting home to me:
The Jade Woman Peak on the High Southern Mountain.
Often, a wide, flat moonlight
Hangs upon the pines of the whirling Eastern stream.
You are going to pick the fairy grasses
And the shooting purple flower of the ch’ang p’u.
After a year, perhaps, you will come to see me
Riding down from the green-blue Heaven on a white dragon.