Classic Poem

The capital is a cave for wandering knights,
Mountains and forests are hiding-places for hermits
What lustre lies in those vermilion gates?
They cannot compare with a dwelling on Mount Penglai
The hermit drinks from the clear waves of the spring,
Then climbs the hills to gather cinnabar buds.
Hidden from the world, he can stroll by Magic Stream,
So why should he care to climb the Ladder to the Clouds?
A haughty official once lived in Lacquer Garden,
Master Lai's wife was fond of the hermit's life
Advancement will surely let you see the dragon,
But try to retire, you're a goat with horns in the hedge.
Let me flee to the mountains, out of the wind and dust,
And bowing low, take farewell of Yi and Qi.