The Jade Mountain/Parting

by Du Mu

PARTING

I

She is slim and supple and not yet fourteen,The young spring-tip of a cardamon-spray.On the Yang-chou Road for three miles in the breezeEvery pearl-screen is open. But there's no one like her.

II

How can a deep love seem deep love,How can it smile, at a farewell feast?Even the candle, feeling our sadness,Weeps, as we do, all night long.