Classic Poem

Without friends, longing to be there,
Alone, away from the common herd,
Like the crane on Mount Hou,
Like the cloud at the peak of Mount Hua.
In the portrait of the hero
The old fire still lingers;
The leaf carried by the wind
Floats on the boundless sea
It would seem as though not to be grasped,
But always on the point of being disclosed
Those who recognize this have already attained;
Those who hope, drift daily farther away.