Old Poem

by Li Bai

　　Or the butterfly dream he was Chuang Chou?

　　In the single body's transformations

　　See the vortex of the Myriad Creatures.

　　No mystery then that the Magic Seas

　　Shrank again to crystal streams,

　　Or down by Ch'ang-an's Green Gate

　　The gardener was Marquis of Tung-Ling.

　　If this is the fate of fame and power,

　　What is it for- this endless striving?

　　Li Po