Meng Haoran, From a Mooring on the Tonglu to a Friend in Yangzhou
Meng Haoran, From a Mooring on the Tonglu to a Friend
in Yangzhou
With monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, And the river rushing through the night, And a wind in
the leaves along both banks, And the moon athwart my solitary sail, I, a stranger in this inland district,
Homesick for my Yangzhou friends, Send eastward two long streams of tears To find the nearest touch of the sea.