SAILING DOWN TO JIANG LING
Bai Di we left under rosy clouds at dawn;
To Jiang Ling we returned in
a day's journey a thousand miles long.
Amidst incessant howling of gibbons on the shores,
Through myriads of mountains our light boat had gone.
Alone in a secluded bamboo grove I sit,
Playing the qin and chanting free.
Deep in the forest where no one knows,
Comes the bright moon to shine on me.