Farewell to Duan Li
Lu, Lun (737?-799? CE)
The grass withers everywhere in our home town,
So it is all the more disheartening as we part.
Your journey goes beyond the distant cold clouds.
After seeing you off,
I will return home to evening snow.
I lost my parents and led a vagrant life in childhood.
In view of the hardships I have suffered,
I wish we could have become friends earlier.
Gazing down the road where I last saw you,
I cover my face to conceal my tears.
Seeing the wind-blown dust in your wake,
I wonder if we will ever meet again.
