DOWN ZHONGNAN MOUNTAIN TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWL OF HUSI
Down the blue mountain in the evening，
Moonlight was my homeward escort.
Looking back， I saw my path
Lie in levels of deep shadow……
I was passing the farm-house of a friend，
When his children called from a gate of thorn
And led me twining through jade bamboos
Where green vines caught and held my clothes.
And I was glad of a chance to rest
And glad of a chance to drink with my friend……
We sang to the tune of the wind in the pines；
And we finished our songs as the stars went down，
When， I being drunk and my friend more than happy，
Between us we forgot the world.