Sitting Alone at Mount Jingting

Vanished are the birds upon soaring high,
Save a cloud solitary, floats freely by.
Tired not of reciprocating one another's gaze,
Thou, and thou only, Mount Jingting and I.

poem by Li Po, translated by Andrew W.F. Wong
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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