Li Po climbed the Flowery MountainAs 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 headAnd beseech the Green HeavenTo regard me."
Li Po climbed the Flowery MountainAs 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 headAnd beseech the Green HeavenTo regard me."
Li Po climbed the Flowery MountainAs 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 headAnd beseech the Green HeavenTo regard me."
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