For Meng Hao-Jan

by Li Bai

　　Free as a flowing breeze,

　　He is famous

　　Throughout the world.

　　In rosy youth, he cast away

　　Official cap and carriage.

　　Now, a white-haired elder, he reclines

　　Amid pines and cloud.

　　Drunk beneath the moon,

　　He often attains sagehood.

　　Lost among the flowers,

　　He serves no lord.

　　How can I aspire

　　to such a high mountain?

　　Here below, to his clear fragrance,

　　I bow.

　　Li Po