Inscribed on a Painting of Sailboats on the River—Seeing Off Yen-chi on His Journey to Ch'ang-an
Floating clouds, before my eyes,
the old country lost in haze,
and, from beyond the skies,
the sound of orioles.
Since this morning, I have not been grateful
for the brisk river wind:
willow catkins and sailboats
all rushing toward the west.
the old country lost in haze,
and, from beyond the skies,
the sound of orioles.
Since this morning, I have not been grateful
for the brisk river wind:
willow catkins and sailboats
all rushing toward the west.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.