Wistful, away from my friends and kin,
Through mist and fog I float and float
With the sail that bears me toward Loyang.
In Yangzhou trees linger bell-notes of evening,
Marking the day and the place of our parting….
When shall we meet again and where?
…Destiny is a boat on the waves,
Borne to and fro, beyond our will.
初发扬子寄元大校书
凄凄去亲爱, 泛泛入烟雾;
归棹洛阳人, 残钟广陵树。
今朝为此别, 何处还相遇?
世事波上舟, 沿洄安得住。
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