Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fuliang, my seventh brother at Yuqian, My fifteen brother at Wujiang and my younger brothers and sisters at Fuli and Xiagui. <br /> <br />My heritage lost through disorder and famine, <br />My brothers and sisters flung eastward and westward, <br />My fields and gardens wrecked by the war, <br />My own flesh and blood become scum of the street, <br />I moan to my shadow like a lone-wandering wildgoose, <br />I am torn from my root like a water-plant in autumn: <br />I gaze at the moon, and my tears run down <br />For hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish.<br /><br />Bai Juyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-brothers-sisters-adrift-in-troubled-times/
