At Chiang-Hsia, Parting from Sung Chih-T’i

Clear as the sky the waters of Hupeh

Far away will join with the Blue Sea;

We whom a thousand miles will soon part

Can mend our grief only with a cup of wine.

The valley birds are singing in the bright sun;

The river monkeys wail down the evening wind.

And I, who in all my life have seldom wept,

Am weeping now with tears that will never dry.