وداع عند عبور بوابة جينغ

وداع عند عبور بوابة جينغ

Crossing far beyond Jingmen's gate,

I roam as a traveler from the land of Chu.

Mountains fade as the flat plain ends,

The river surges into the boundless wild.

The moon descends, a mirror flying through the sky,

Clouds rise, weaving towers by the sea.

Still I cherish the waters of my homeland,

Ten thousand miles they escort my parting boat.