离离原上草，一岁一枯荣。

野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。

远方侵古道，晴翠接荒城。

又送王孙去，萋萋满别情。

GRASS ON THE ANCIENT PLAIN –FAREWELL TO A FRIEND

Translated by Xu Yuanchong

Wild grasses spread o’er ancient plain;

With spring and fall they come and go.

Wild fire can’t burn them up; again

They rise when vernal breezes blow.

Their fragrance overruns the way;

Their green invades the ruined town.

To seemy friend go far away,

My sorrow grows like grass o’ ergrown.