Poem Sent on Hearing That Wang Ch’ang-Ling Had Been Exiled to Lung Piao
By Li T’ai-Po
In Yang Chou, the blossoms are dropping. The night-jar calls.
I hear it said that you are going to Lung Piao—that you will cross the Five Streams.
I fling the grief of my heart up to the bright moon
That it may follow the wind and arrive, straight as eyesight, to the West of Yeh Lang.