Whose garden I now view
A man of merits, who chose to share it
So that I enjoy it, too.
I hear a tale of four males
Who'd gather in your shade
To chat, to write, to paint, to delight
In conversation made.
It's even claimed, you man of fame
That a glass of wine or two
Would help along a chat, a song
And laughter would ensue.
Mr. Li, I toast to thee
For surely you somehow knew
That sometimes we each one need
A garden with a view.