Li Po
Climbing Hsian-Ping Tower
Thinking of leaving my own place, I climb this
tower,
and already I'm longing to come home,
wounded by the Autumn sunset.
The sky seems to have grown, the fallen sun is
far away.
The waters are pure where cold waves ride the flowing stream.,
and foreign clouds rise above mountainous trees.
Barbarian geese fly above islands of sand...
Dark, a vast darkness: how many tens of
thousand of miles?
To the limit of the eye's view, everithing orders
me to sorrow.

transl. by J.P. Seaton