Saying Good-Bye to a Friend

BY LI T'AI-PO

Clear green hills at a right angle to the North wall,
White water winding to the East of the city.
Here is the place where we must part.
The lonely water-plants go ten thousand li ;
The floating clouds wander everywhither as does man.
Day is departing — it and my friend.
Our hands separate. Now he is going.
" Hsiao, hsiao, " the horse neighs.
He neighs again, " Hsiao, hsiao. "
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