In the Mountains on a Summer Day

by Li Po

translated by Arthur Waley

Gently I stir a white feather fan,

With open shirt sitting in a green wood.

I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;

A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.


  1. I love Li-Po. Thank you for sharing this restful piece. Ahhh...

  2. I feel relaxed just by reading this.


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