— Li Bai I, Li Bai, sit in a boat about to go, When suddenly on shore your farewell songs overflow. However deep the Lake of Peach Blossoms may be, It’s not so deep, O Wang Lun, as your love for me.
— Li Bai All willow-down has fallen and sad cuckoos cry To hear you banished southwestward beyond Five Streams. I would confide no sorrow to the moon on high For it will follow you west of the Land of Dreams.
By Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) Seafarers speak of Penglai Isle –Amid misty waves, faint and far, truly hard to find.But the people of Yue tell of Mount Tianmu –Its peaks gleam through shifting clouds, sometimes visible.
by Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) Ah! Alas! How perilous, how towering!The road to Shu is harder than scaling the blue sky!
– by Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) Don’t you see?The Yellow River’s waters come from the sky,Rushing to the sea – never to return.
–Li Bai The sunlit Censer Peak exhales incense-like cloud; Like an upended stream the cataract sounds loud. Its torrent dashes down three thousand feet from high, As if the Silver River fell from the blue sky.
— Li Bai The Clear Stream clears my heart; Its water flows apart. I ask the River New, “Why transparent are you?” On mirror bright boats hie; Between the screens birds fly. At dusk the monkeys cry; In vain the wayfarers sigh.
— Li Bai The crescent moon looks like old Autumn’s golden brow; Its deep reflection flows with limpid water blue. I’ll leave the town on Clear Stream for the Three Gorges now. O Moon, how I miss you when you are out of view!
— Li Bai The cool breeze blows on silent night in Town of Stone, To view the south I mount the high tower alone. White clouds and city walls mirrored on ripples swoon; Dewdrops look like pearls dripping from the autumn moon. Crooning long, I won’t go back; drowned in moon rays; How few…