Separation by death must finally be choked down,but separation in life is a long anguish,
Chiang-nan is a pestilential land;no word from you there in exile.
You have been in my dreams, old friend,as if knowing how much I miss you.
Caught in a net,how is it you still have wings?
I fear you are no longer mortal;the distance to here is enormous.
When your spirit came, the maples were green;when it went, the passes were black.
The setting moon spills light on the rafters;for a moment I think it's your face.
The waters are deep, the waves wide;don't let the river gods take you.
