1
In Hsiang-yang, pleasures abound. They play
Copper-Blond Horses, and we sing and dance.
But it’s a river town. Return to clear water,
and a blossoming moon bares our delusions.
2
Hsien Mountain rises above emerald Han River
waters and snow-white sand. On top, inscribed
to life’s empty vanishing, a monument stands,
long since blotted out beneath green moss.