Since yesterday had throw me and bolt, <br />Today has hurt my heart even more. <br />The autumn wildgeese have a long wing for escort <br />As I face them from this villa, drinking my wine. <br />The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the school of heaven, <br />And I am Lesser Hsieh growing up by your side. <br />We both are exalted to distant thought, <br />Aspiring to the sky and the bright moon. <br />But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, <br />And sorrow return,though we drown them with wine, <br />Since the world can in no way answer our craving, <br />I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishing-boat.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-to-secretary-shu-yun-at-the-hsieh-tiao/
