Still again, when you are exhilarated with wine, at the shadow of the moon in the wine-cup.
Great man and teacher, I love you.
I linger.
I cannot bear to leave.
THE SONG OF THE WHITE CLOUDS
SAYING GOOD-BYE TO LIU SIXTEEN ON HIS RETURN TO THE HILLS
BY LI T'AI-PO
The hills of Ch'u,