At the Yellow Crane Tower, Taking Leave of Mêng Hao Jan on His Departure to Kuang Ling
By Li T’ai-Po
I take leave of my dear old friend at the Yellow Crane Tower.
In the flower-smelling mist of the Third Month he will arrive at Yang Chou.
The single sail is shining far off—it is extinguished in the jade-coloured distance,
I see only the long river flowing to the edge of Heaven.