LI T'AI-PO MEDITATES
Florence Wheelock Ayscough translation
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