The Jade Mountain/A Farewell in the Evening Rain
A FAREWELL IN THE EVENING RAIN
To Li Ts'ao
Is it raining on the river all the way to Ch'u?—The evening bell comes to us from Nan-king.Your wet sail drags and is loath to be goingAnd shadowy birds are flying slow.We cannot see the deep ocean-gate—Only the boughs at Pu-kou, newly dripping.Likewise, because of our great love,There are threads of water on our faces.