هدية إلى منغ هاوران

هدية إلى منغ هاوران

I love Master Meng, his elegance famed throughout the world.

In his prime, he cast off carriage and crown;

In his white-haired years, he reclines among pines and clouds.

He drinks beneath the moon, often reaching sagehood;

He is bewitched by flowers, and serves no lord.

How can one look up to such a high mountain?

I can only here draw from his pure fragrance.