Remembering the Springs at Ch’ih-chou

by Li Bai

　　Peach-tree flowers over rising waters.

　　White drowned stones, then free again.

　　Wistaria-blossom on quivering branches.

　　Clear blue sky. The waxing moon.

　　How many tight-coiled scrolls of bracken,

　　On green tracks where I once walked?

　　When I'm back from exile in Yeh-lang,

　　There I'll transmute my bones to gold.

　　Li Po