Blue Hills Over the North Wall
Blue hills over the north wall;
White water swirling to the east of the city:
This is where you must leave me —
A longe puff of thistledown
on a thousand mile journey.
Ah the drifting clouds
and the thoughts of a wanderer!
The setting sun
and emotions of old friends.
A wave of the hand now
and you are gone.
Our horses whinnied to each other at parting.
~ Li Po (AD 701-762),
Trans. Innes Herdan