Summer Day in the Mountains by Li Po
In a copse of green pines,
I fling my hat on a rockspur,
Hurling after it
The rest of my clothes.
I fling my hat on a rockspur,
Hurling after it
The rest of my clothes.
Stretched at ease on soft grass,
Lazily I flick a white-feather fan
As a pine-breeze plays
In my loose, unknotted hair.
Translated by Stanton Hager
