Poems of Meng Jiao
Inscribed in Wei Shaobao's Library in Quiet Reverence House
High thoughts accord with Heaven's governance
And, naturally, their form is boundless.
Immortal glory increases with every season
Like jade moss on numerous high peaks.
Obscure books, painted in brush-writing,
Bookcases like golden-scaled dragons,
All guarded by a climate of reverence
So that works done here are full of grace.
This hidden cave of unknown age,
Dream mountain where certain wisdom is attained.
It will bring together all this scholar's works,
Threading together his cluster of natural pearls.
A poem for a friend. I can find no reference to any Wei Shaobao. The only thing I can say is that the poet is again absent from the poem. But, somehow, in this kind of poem, that doesn't seem to signify anything, Five Gurglings-wise.