Floating clouds traverse the sunset sky, | Copyright Kalany 2024
Always tourists, never settling․ | Originally hosted on kalany.org
After three nights' frequent dreaming of my friend, | For reprint and reproduction licensing
My love for him runs high․ I wish for him․ | contact Kalany via email: translation
We said we would reunite after a too-short visit, | at kalany.org
But his return road is long and difficult․
The Jianghu is blustery and its waters tumultuous․
I fear his boat could founder and capsize․
He went out the gate scratching his unadorned head
As if resigned to be a troubled footnote․
Official hats fill the capital like flowers,
While he walks alone, wan and sallow․
What cloud he? The imperial net is vast․
Only recently his venerable self was snared in implications․
If he sees a thousand autumns, if his name sees ten thousand,
Still he is alone and silent now․
This one seems a little weird to me to come after Part 1—I'd think coming first would make more sense? But maybe he's calmed down and stopped panicking or something?