The Jade Mountain/To a Friend Bound East

by Wen Tingyun

TO A FRIEND BOUND EAST

The old fort brims with yellow leaves. . . .You insist upon forsaking this place where you have lived.A high wind blows at Han-yang FerryAnd sunrise lights the summit of Ying-mên . . .Who will be left for me along the upper Yang-tszeAfter your solitary skiff has entered the end of the sky?I ask you over and over when we shall meet again,While we soften with winecups this ache of farewell.