Wang Bo (650-676): In the Mountains
languid, long as the river, steeped in sorrow am I,
A myriad miles from home----to return, but when? I sigh.
And now as darkness nears, high are the autumn winds that
On each and every mountain, how the yellow leaves fly!
Translated by Andrew W.F. Wong (Huang Hongfa) 譯者: 黃宏發