Goodbye to Meng Hao-jan
Goodbye to Meng Hao-jan
Wang Wei
Dismounted, o’er wine we had said our last say;
Then I whisper, ‘Dear friend, tell me whither away.’
‘Alas!’ he replied, ‘I am sick of life’s ills
And I long for repose on the slumbering hills.
But oh seek not to pierce where my footsteps may stray:
The white clouds will soothe me for ever and ay.’
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Poem text transcribed from Giles, Chinese Poetry in English Verse (1898), pp. 54–56. Typographic punctuation normalized; verse lines preserved. · Translated by Herbert A. Giles
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