English Rendering
I’ve left you for a thousand miles to stay
And write to you, tired, on the waters grey.
Though we live not the same life from day to day,
Can we not keep the separation away?
Three years have passed since I came to the west;
No message has come to me from the north.
Rosy cheeks must have faded, I guess;
The hair turned white cannot be blackened, alas!
A traveler coming from the capital
Has brought a letter written by you.
The mountains and streams separate us far,
But two minds made one will not drift apart.
