[To Wang Lun]
I, Li Bai, anxious to leave.
Noise and commotion ashore.
Peach Blossom Pool, kilos deep:
our friendship goes deepermore.
[Looking at Tianmen Mountain]
As my boat approached Tianmen Mountain
I could see the Yangtze cut.
East-running water zigzagged sharply in, sharply out.
Green cliffs rushed me on both sides of the river.
A windbent sail where the sun struck the water.
The pool of moonlight:
frost surrounds my bed.
Look up, the moon’s bright,
bow down, homesick thoughts.
--tr. Duane Vorhees