Zoë Translates

Poems, original and translated.

A parting song

The rolling green hills and a pale river
Have accompanied us along the way.
Outside these city walls we must now part
And be scattered in wind like scraps of hay.
This sunset sees friendship become longing,
For neither clouds nor wayfarers can stay.
We strain to bid farewell for one last time,
But our horses won’t hush their plaintive neigh.

an 8th-century Chinese shi



青山橫北郭 白水繞東城
此地一為別 孤蓬萬里征
浮雲遊子意 落日故人情
揮手自茲去 蕭蕭班馬鳴