Having long heard about Tung-t’ing Lake,
At last I climb Yo-yang Tower. Wu and Ch’u
Spread away east and south. All
Heaven and Earth, day and night adrift,

Wavers. No word from those I love. Old.
Sick. Nothing but a lone boat. And
North of frontier passes—Tibetan horses.
I lean on the railing, and tears come.

translated by David Hinton