Remembering the Springs at Châih-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
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