Remembering the East Ranges

1

    Long since I turned

to my East Ranges:

    How many times

have their roses bloomed?

    Have their white clouds

risen and vanished

    And their bright moon

set among strangers?

2

    But I shall now

take Duke Hsieh’s dancers:

    With a sad song

we shall leave the crowds

    And call on him

in the East Ranges,

    Undo the gate,

sweep back the white clouds!