The Jade Mountain/A Mooring under North Fort Hill

by Wang Wan

Wang Wan

灣　王

A MOORING UNDER NORTH FORT HILL

Under blue mountains we wound our way,My boat and I, along green water;Until the banks at low tide widened,With no wind stirring my lone sail.. . . Night now yields to a sea of sun,And the old year melts in freshets.At last I can send my messengers—Wildgeese, homing to Lo-yang.