Sunday Verse
The Waterfall On Lu Mountain
by Li Po
When, west, I climbed Incense Brazier Peak,
I southward saw curtained cataracts
Suspend their stream some three thousand feet
Then roar through dales several miles away;
Sudden as if flying lightning came
But mystic, too, as white rainbows rose:
At first I feared that Milky Way had dropped
And sprinkled stars, falling through the clouds!
As I looked up they increased in force,
So mighty was the Creator's work:
An ocean wind blew there without cease,
The river moon gave skies back their light,
The skies in which random torrents rushed;
To left and right the green walls were washed
By flying pearls scattering light mist
And streaming foam boiling round great rocks!
Let me travel to those Glorious Peaks
Where I may feel peace grow in my heart:
I'll have no need more for magic draughts
For I may there wash the dust from my face
And enjoy there lodging that I love,
Ever parted from the world of men!
