If I want to reach Yellow Flower river
I always Follow Green Gully stream;
It coils through the mountains
with ten thousand turnings,
it barely covers a hundred li.
What a clamour it makes among the jumbled rocks!
Deep in the pinewoods
how quiet and still it seems.
Adrift with water-chestnuts, lightly swaying,
Translucently it mirrors reeds and rushes . . .
My heart is free and at peace,
As tranquil as this clear stream.
Let me stay on some great rock
And trail my fishing-hook for ever!
Wang Wei (699 - 759) China
Source: Chinese Love Poetry, edited by Jane Portal, British Museum Press (2004)