A FAREWELL IN THE EVENING RAIN TO LI CAO
Is it raining on the river all the way to Chu？ ——
The evening bell comes to us from Nanjing.
Your wet sail drags and is loath to be going
And shadowy birds are flying slow.
We cannot see the deep ocean-gate ——
Only the boughs at Pukou， newly dripping.
Likewise， because of our great love，
There are threads of water on our faces.