Parting with Friends at a Wineshop in Nanking

The wind blowing through the willow-flowers fills the shop with scent;

A girl of Wu has served wine and bids the traveller taste.

The young men of Nanking have come to see me off;

I that go and you that stay | must each drink his cup.

I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East

That thoughts of you will cling to my heart | when he has ceased

to flow.