SENT AS A PARTING GIFT TO THE SECOND OFFICIAL OF CH'IU PU

In the old days, Ch'iu Pu was bare and desolate, The serving-men in the Official Residence were few. Because you, my Lord, have planted peach-trees and plum-trees, This place has suddenly become exuberantly fragrant. As your writing-brush moves, making the characters so full of life, you gaze at the white clouds; And, when the reed-blinds are rolled up, at the kingfisher-green of the fading hills; And, when the time comes, for long at the mountain moon; 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.