Farewell
Dismounting, I offer my friend a cup of wine,
I ask what place he is headed to.
He says he has not achieved his aims,
Is retiring to the southern hills.
Now go, and ask me nothing more,
White clouds will drift on for all time.
poem by Wang Wei, translated by Burton Watson
Added by Dan Costinaş
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