On the River
Li Po

A fine boat with fine oars
Flute and pipe aft and fore
Much to drink in the wine vessel
I drift with a call girl off the shore
The yellow crane's for the immortal's mind
To follow sea gulls I am not the kind
Qu Yuan's poems shine like the sun and the moon
The King's palace becomes a barren knoll soon
Inspired, I hold my mountain shaking brush
My poem brings  rivers and oceans to a blush
Should fame and fortune last forever
Would flow backward the Han River.