Written by Su Shi (苏轼); Translated by Yuanchong Xu（许渊冲）
Three years have passed since we left the capital;
We’ve trodden all the way from rise to fall.
Still I smile as on warm spring day.
In ancient well no waves are raised;
Upright, the autumn bamboo’s praised.
Melancholy, your lonely sail departs at night;
Only a pale cloud sees you off in pale moonlight.
You need no songstress to drink your sorrow away
Life is like a journey;
I too am on my way.