A day will no doubt come when dust flies at the bottom of seas,
and how can mountaintops avoid the transformation to gravel?
Young lovers may part, a man leaving, setting out on some boat,
but who can say they’ll never come together again one day?
translated by David Hinton
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This is one of my favorite poems. So glad you posted it today. It was one of the poems that hooked me on these Ancient fellas.
He is a favorite among many, along with Tu Fu, and Hinton really does him justice. Arthur Waley’s translations of him are also very good.