Sadly to my dear friend I said good-bye,

And into the vast mist my boat passed by.

From my native place Luoyang now I’m bound,

Still from Guangling woods comes faint tolling sound.

This time and at this place we bid farewell,

Where can we meet once again who can tell?

Human life is like a boat on waves’ top.

Its gliding this or that way who can stop

Wei Yingwu