Miluo River in Hunan where Chu Yuan drowned.

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Ancient Air #42

Li Bo 699-762 Dipping, soaring         a pair of white gulls                  call in flight; The clear river flows. It's fitting to befriend the boy of the seas; How could they consort         with the cranes of the clouds? Laying their shadows to rest         they sleep upon moonlit sands, Then, gliding upon fragrance         they play on a springtime isle. "I, too, would like to cleanse my heart... To forget the world and follow you forth."

Gǔ Fēnɡ

Yáo yì shuānɡ bái’ōu, Mínɡ fēi cānɡ jiānɡ liú. Yí yǔ hǎirén xiá, Qǐ yī yúnhè chóu. Jì yǐnɡ sù shāyuè, Yán fānɡ xì chūnzhōu. Wú yì xǐ xīn zhě, Wànɡ jī cónɡ ěr yóu.

Translator:

Paula Varsano 翻譯者

Notes: Translation from Paula Varsano's great book on Li Bo, Tracking the Banished Immortal, The Poetry of Li Bo and Its Critical Reception, University of Hawaii Press, 2003. Page 172.

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