Chiang-han mountains looming impassable,
A cloud drifts over this far corner of earth.
Year after year, nothing familiar, nothing
Anywhere but one further end of the road.

Here, Wang Ts’an found loss and confusion,
And Ch’ü Yüan cold grief. My heart already
Broken in quiet times—and look at me,
Each day wandering a new waste of highway.

translated by David Hinton