Here you will find the Poem Mêng Hao-jan of poet Li Po
True-Taoist, good friend Mêng, Your madness known to one and all, Young you laughed at rank and power. Now you sleep in pine-tree clouds. On moonlit nights floored by the Dragon. In magic blossom deaf to the World. You rise above - a hill so high. I drink the fragrance from afar.
