[color=]Here, beside a clear deep lake,
[color=]You live accompanied by clouds;
[color=]Or soft through the pine the moon arrives
[color=]To be your own pure-hearted friend.
[color=]You rest under thatch in the shadow of your flowers,
[color=]Your dewy herbs flourish in their bed of moss.
[color=]Let me leave the world. Let me alight, like you,
[color=]On your western mountain with phoenixes and cranes.