Classic Poem

The white clouds float over the mountains of Chu —
As over the mountains of Chin.
Everywhere the white clouds will follow you on.

They will follow you on everywhere —
With you they will enter the Chu mountains,
And cross the waters of the Hsiang.

Yonder across the waters of the Hsiang,
There is a cloak of ivy to wear,
And you may lie in a bed of white clouds.

Go swiftly home, O my friend!