In a square hut -
 beside a craggy pass -
  lived a Crouching Tiger,
 a man of spontaneity  
  who danced to no music, 
  staggered when sober,
  rested in times of urgency,
  & labored when there seemed
     to be nothing in need of doing.

He was courted by Emperors,
 but shunned them.
  The only way the Emperor 
     could get him to visit was
    to order his exile.