Classic Poem

(The poet mourns Ho Chi-chang)

Ssu-ming had a man of madness,
Ho Chi-chang, frenzied with wind and stream.
The first time I met him at Chang-an,
He called me " a god in exile. "
O dear lover of the cup,
He has turned the sod under the pine tree —
He who bartered his gold turtle for wine.
Now, alone, I shed tears, remembering him.