Visit to the Land of Peach Blossoms
A fisher, fond of fair, sailed straight upstream
And entered where peach blossoms rouged the green.
Enchanted, he sailed and sailed, as if in a dream
To the source, while all along not a soul was seen.
He stole through a deep recess and turned and turned
Till light shone bright on a plain he ne’er had learned.
Where sky kissed earth were trees and clouds like gold;
Nearby, bamboos and flowers’ mid houses blessed.
A woodman breathed a name five centuries old,
Still older the way in which the folk were dressed.
Together in this oddish haven they’d stayed,
And outside the world their fields and gardens were laid.
So quiet were the dappled shades of moon,
So sweet the rosy sunrise with rooster’s cheers!
Now someone’d come from where they’d left, they soon
Came round, him dined and asked about their dears.
E’re dawn all petals swept, the lanes were clean,
At dusk the fishers and woodmen back by boat.
To quit the turmoils, they’d fled the troubled scene,
Now passed from men to gods, they’d like to know’t.
Who’d thought there could be such a land divine
Just where the distant peaks and clouds did shine!
How could he know an Elysium’s rarely seen!
He’s sick for home, his worldly interest keen.
And once away, where’er he was, he planned
To sail and trudge again to that happy land.
Now since he’d been there he thought he’d ne’er get lost,
But somehow the gullies and trails had not so crossed!
That’s after he’d sailed and sailed all the way upstream…
And now spring rain was falling all around,
Think how on earth could that paradise be found!