رسالة إلى لي دان ويوان شي / Letter to Li Duan and Yuanxi

رسالة إلى لي دان ويوان شي / Letter to Li Duan and Yuanxi

Last year among the flowers we parted, and now the flowers have bloomed a full year through.

The ways of the world are vast and hard to fathom; in the dim gloom of spring's sorrow, I sleep alone.

With a body plagued by many ailments, I long for the fields and home;

when refugees wander in the district, I am ashamed to receive my salary.

I hear you are coming to visit—

from the western tower I watch the moon, how many times has it been full?