Seeing Prefect Yang Ji Off on His Way to Guozhou
- Poetry of Wang Wei

With the dale so narrow for a carriage, sir,

For hundreds of miles, where're you off to, pray?

No living things but birds can pass from here,

And lonely apes keep wailing night and day…

Why, still libation's made and you set out

'Cross cliffs and rills and temples and famous sites.

Though the same bright moon we share the land throughout,

Do note the cuckoo's call among those heights!