Poems of Meng Jiao
List of the Immortals: Everywhere pure young gentlemen
Great red clouds scatter in the dawn, as
The Original Spirit takes its eternal form.
Divinely bridled, I am flown beyond the sky
As all directions fill with moral purity.
My hands grasp the Jade Emperor's sleeves
And he carries me into the dawning.
In a divine hall, I attend an auspicious feast
Where gold scrolls denounce the famous.
Virtuous women crowd me with their beauty
And agree to meet me by the river in their carraiges.
At this point in his life, Meng Jiao wrote a short series of poems, the titles of which begin with "List of the Immortals." I haven't looked at the others yet. But this one seems like an elaborate joke. And one can only guess what it is about. Personally, I think he is making fun of his own fame.
You have to remember that Meng Jiao is very popular at court. No one really expects him to work his official job. They just want him to write his poetry. When he isn't writing poetry for powerful men, he's guiding important officials or scholars through the wilderness. (China in the Tang has river travel, some post roads, and wilderness. The only tame travel is between the capitals.) So maybe he's getting more attention than he's comfortable with as he approaches sixty. That's how this poem strikes me. He's become popular and famous without really trying. He probably expected to get exiled for his poetry by now like other poets he knows. But somehow, he can write anything and get away with it.
Final note. The couplet at the end is more like: "Virtuous women crowd around me with their beauty and make vague promises about meeting me down by the Luo River in their curtained carraiges." Groupies?