On the Road by Tu Mu

Sadness at the hairs in the mirror is no longer new,
The stains on my coat are harder to brush away.
I waste my hopes by river and lakes, a fishing-rod in the hand
Which screens me from the Western sunlight as I look towards Ch’ang-an.

translated by A. C. Graham

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