For Meng Hao-Jan

 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.

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