Remembering The Springs At Ch-ih-chou

Peach-tree flowers over rising waters.
White drowned stones, then free again.
Wistaria-blossom on quivering branches.
Clear blue sky. The waxing moon.
How many tight-coiled scrolls of bracken,
On green tracks where I once walked?
When I-m back from exile in Yeh-lang,
There I-ll transmute my bones to gold.