Three Scenes (Wang Wei [699–761])
We play our flutes as we cross to the far shore
And the sun is setting as I see off my friends
Turn and look back over the lake -
White clouds curl on the blue hills.
Gold Dust Spring
Drink daily at the Gold Dust Spring, even a little
And live a thousand years, and then the car
Of the green phoenix drawn by the striped dragon
With the feather canopy, to the Jade Emperor’s court.
A cassia cup to welcome the Child of Gods
Wild herbs to offer to the lovely girl
Libation of pepper sauce on the jeweled mats
All to drawn down the Immortal Within the Clouds.