collection 10


the grass is spreading out across the plain,
each year, it dies, then flourishes again.
it’s burnt but not destroyed by prairie fires,
when spring winds blow they bring it back to life.
afar, its scent invades the ancient road,
its emerald green overruns the ruined town.
again I see my noble friend depart,
I find I’m crowded full of parting’s feelings.

bai juyi