Daily Poem: Drifting on the Lake ~ Wang Wei
A poetic expression of the Sunday Night Blues many of us are feeling.
Drifting on the Lake
~ Wang Wei
Translated from Chinese by Tony and Willis Barnstone and Xu Haixin
Autumn is crisp and the firmament far,
especially far from where people live.
I look at cranes on the sand
and am immersed in joy when I see mountains beyond the clouds.
Dusk inks the crystal ripples.
Leisurely the white moon comes out.
Tonight I am with my oar, alone, and can do
everything,
yet waver, not willing to return.
