The wind blows the willow bloom and fills the whole
tavern with fragrance
While the pretty girls of Wu bid us taste the new wine.
My good comrades of Chin-ling, hither you have come to
see me off.
I, going, still tarry; and we drain our cups evermore.
Pray ask the river, which is the longer of the two—,
Its east-flowing stream, or the thoughts of ours at part-
ing!