Following the Rhymes of Chiang Hui-shu by Su Tung-p’o: written on a voyage home from exile shortly before he died.

Bell and drum on the south river bank–
home! I wake startled from a dream.
Drifting clouds–so the world shifts;
lone moon–such is the light of my mind.
Rain drenches down as from a tilted basin;
poems flow out like water spilled.
The two rivers vie to send me off;
beyond treetops I see the slant of a bridge.

translated by Burton Watson

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