Tu Fu
A FAREWELL AT FÊNG-CHI STATION
To General Yen
This is where your comrade must leave you,Turning at the foot of these purple mountains. . . .When shall we lift our cups again, I wonder,As we did last night and walk in the moon?The region is murmuring farewellTo one who was honoured through three reigns;And back I go now to my river-village,Into the final solitude.
ON LEAVING THE TOMB OF PREMIER FANG
Having to travel back now from this far place,I dismount beside your lonely tomb.The ground where I stand is wet with my tears;The sky is dark with broken clouds. . .I who played chess with the great PremierAm bringing to my lord the dagger he desired. . . .But I find only petals falling down,I hear only linnets answering.
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