Yu lin ling
Chilled by the cicadas' drige
We reach the post station at evening
Just after a sudden shower --
The banquet toasts at the gate seemed endless --
Here, where we long to linger
the boat impels you to be off
You take my hands-- I see your tears through mine
Words, futile now, catch in my throat
I think of your going on and on --
a thousand li of mist and wave --
How dense the evening clouds, how wide the Chu sky!
To love and part -- what age old anguish
How can I bear clear autumn's desolation too
Not knowing where you'll wake from wine tonight?
The willows along the bank
The breeze at dawn, a fading moon --
Without you, the passing year --
Moments, scenery --all wasted
Were they to rouse a thousand subtle feeling
Who'd understand?