Hastily Composed on the Mo-ling Road by Wang An-shih

The harvest ripe, the farmers rejoice;
in the autumn wind the traveler alone grieves.
On and on winds this crooked road
and a homeward horse in the slanting sun.

translated by Jan. W. Walls

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