Keeping on and on,
a traveler gets farther, farther away;
dust of the world
follows an indefatigable horse.
A traveler's feelings
after the sun's rays slant—
colors of spring
in the morning mist.
The river's flow heard
at the empty inn—
flowers just blooming
at the old palace.
I think of home
a thousand li away;
wind off the pond
stirs in green willows.
Notes
Translated by
Mike O'Connor
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This is nice. The traveler keeps home treasured in the heart. I wonder if there is a double meaning, in that as one gets older, the travel is towards the final destiny. Making peace with Death is not easy, and the memories are there. Somehow, the memories in this poem are pleasant and are of comfort.
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This is one of my favorite poems. I spend most of my time on the road for my work. This reminds me of the way I feel about home.
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