XV. 28. At Chiang-Hsia, Parting from Sung Chih-T'I
Clear as the sky the waters of Hupeh
Far away will join with the Blue Sea ;
We whom a thousand miles will soon part
Can mend our grief only with a cup of wine.
The valley birds are singing in the bright sun ;
The river monkeys wail down the evening wind.
And I, who in all my life have seldom wept,
Am weeping now with tears that will never dry.
Transl. by Arthur Waley