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1. A cold wind comes up, here at the end of the earth,
and I wonder what your intentions are-
when will my wild goose arrive at last? “
Lakes and rivers are swollen this autumn.
Literature hates the writer who does too well;
mountain goblins eagerly await the traveler.
You ought to talk with the wronged ghost of Qu Yuan,
drop him a poem-offering into the Miluo River.
2. All day long clouds Hoat restlessly,
still my wanderer does not arrive.
Three nights in a row I’ve dreamed of you:
I can see the kindly concern in your mind,
but you always leave in a rush,
saying ruefully, “Coming here wasn’t easy-
the wind blows wild waves on river and lake;
I was afraid I’d lose my oars and capsize.”
You go out the door scratching your white hair
as if disappointed in your life’s dreams.
The capital city is hlled with officials-
why should this man be made so wretched?
Who says the Emperor spreads a wide net
in his search for men of talent?
Li is getting old, and still struggling to survive.
Making a name to last a thousand autumns
is a pointless post-mortem affair.
3. You ask how I spend my time–
I nestle against a treetrunk
and listen to autumn winds
in the pines all night and day.
Shantung wine can’t get me drunk.
The local poets bore me.
My thoughts remain with you,
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