The Tide Pavilion at Chengmai Post
- Poetry of Su Shi

Ⅰ

A tired wayfarer's sad his home is far away,

Seeing a pavilion o'er a bridge on his way.

I admire white egrets crossing autumn riverside,

Unaware the green woods are drowned in evening tide.

Ⅱ

I'd end my life in the village by the South Sea,

The Celestial Court sends a witch to recall me.

Far,far away birds vanish into the low skies,

Beyond a stretch of blue hills the Central Plain lies.