Classic Poem

That man of old has already ridden
white clouds away,
And here in this land there remains only
Yellow Crane Tower
The yellow crane, once it has gone,
will never come again,
But white clouds of a thousand years
go aimlessly on and on
Clear and bright in the sunlit stream
the trees of Hanyang,
Springtime's grasses, lush and green,
all over Parrot Isle
Sun's setting, the passes to home —
where can they be?
Beside this river of misty waves
it makes a man sad.