by Li Po

English version by Sam Hamill
Original Language Chinese

Green mountains rise to the north;
white water rolls past the eastern city.

Once it has been uprooted,
the tumbleweed travels forever.

Drifting clouds like a wanderer's mind;
sunset, like the heart of your old friend.

We turn, pause, look back and wave,
Even our ponies look back and whine.

-- from Endless River: Li Po and Tu Fu: A Friendship in Poetry, Translated by Sam Hamill

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