鹤之灵

 Upon the request of a friend, I do the translation.

                                         ----- A Born Loner

Whilst approaching thee, 
Far away at the top of the mountain, 
With the fogs permeating the North Pole,
Thou art like a white cloud 
Tranquil and distant.


Whilst approaching thee,
At the foot of the hill in mid-summer fragrance, 
I'm hunting for thy footprints left behind.
Slowly,the brooks are flowing, 
And there is thy figure gleaming in the waves.
How I wish I were a fish
Accompanying in grace the ups and downs of yours
Swimming gaily.


Whilst approaching thee,
Betwist the green leaves in the morn woods.
I seemingly sense thy typical smell .
I'd love to be in the thickness of the leaves
A dew crytal-clear
Together with thy breath 
Accending and curling upwards.


Whilst approaching thee,
In the golden sunlight of the noon,
'Tis thy handsome profile that comes into mine eyes.
I prefer to be on thine string 
A dancing note
Under thy free and fluent long bow,
I can sing silently 
The most beautiful melody.


Whilst approaching thee,
At the peak overflowing with moonlight,
I might hear thine even heartbeat,
Dancing to the rhythm of the heart.
And wandering in the starry and nightly sky.
Far away in the North Pole,nothing is left
But a shadow of the most brilliance.