Soft through the pine the moon arrives to be your own pure-hearted friend.

At Wang Ch’ang-ling’s Retreat

by Chang Chien 

Translated by Witter Bynner

Here, beside a clear deep lake.

You live accompanied by clouds;

Or soft through the pine the moon arrives

To be your own pure-hearted friend.

You rest under thatch in the shadow of your flowers.

Your dewy herbs flourish in their bed of moss.

Let me leave the world. Let me alight, like you.

On your western mountain with phoenixes and cranes.