English Rendering
Parting at Xin’an, the Yue guest sighs,
Yearning for Qin’s old land with tearful eyes.
His boat rides the night breeze with ease,
Moonlit tides calm as he flees.
By flowery paths near Xishi’s stone,
Through cloud-peaked walls of Goujian’s throne.
To Mingzhou’s clerks I send this word—
Our mutual grief turns hair to frosty herd.
