Drunk, Climbing to the Peak of Iron Tomb on Wei Mountain

Grasping my flying cane, several feet of wood,
in an instant I am among the white clouds.
But my drunken eyes are hazy—I don't know where I am,
I think I'm going down the mountain when I'm really going up!
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Li K'ai-hsien
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