Classic Poem

Lake Yi

WANG : The voice of the flute
reaches the farthest bank.
It is sunset, and I am coming with you,
my master.
From the high shore of the lake
I turn back again to look;
On the green of the mountains
white clouds are gathering.

PEI : Wide in the emptiness
spreads the water of the lake:
Its pellucid splendor
reflects the hue of the sky
I moor the boat to the bank,
and whistle contentedly
The freshness of the breeze
reaches me from every side.EnglishPei Di