Farewell to Pei Tan, Judge of Xuancheng, upon Going Back to the Capital
- Poetry of Du Mu

The snow in warming sun has half melted away;

You who will go on fragrant grass hear your horse neigh.

Over the mountain path clouds veil the temple drear;

The willow tips caress the bridge on River Clear.

Your ideal will fly up as high as the wild geese;

My mind still flutters like a streamer in the breeze.

Coming together, I cannot go back with you.

How lonely I'd feel at home when spring comes anew!