by Zhou Enlai (1898-1976)
东山 译
The breeze from east presses us aliens to part,
Our farewell song drifts on the southern beach.
In a flash we will be far apart,
The blithe days we had as if a sweet dream.
As stars we have to separate regretfully,
As clouds we have to díperse in much sorrow.
Recalling the past my heart fills with bliss,
By pen and writings our affinity grew. |
