Two Or Three Boats On The Other Side Poem by East Sea Fairy Xing Yi

Poem By LIU-YongTranslated by East Sea Fairy

Rustle the newly arisen reeds with a gust.
Off the yonder shore two or three boats glide.
Flutter and fly away through the morning mist soonest
the wild geese that on the heartland misty islet perch and abide.
Looks whiter in the waning moonshine Bridge Xi that is frost occupied.
It's getting brighter. And the road in the distance finds out
that more and more travelers at service restart their journeys by taking a ride
or by boat. It's for fame and fortune's sake, without fail and no doubt,
that those who come and go there are on route.

Looking in my hometown way
I find my mother River Guan is far apart from me,
and suddenly I have a feeling that I should be home yesterday
How I wish I could wing myself to fly back immediately.
My Fair and I, far apart, live miserably.
Out fame and fortune I in vain scout,
like a duckweed in water, a broken stalk flying in the wind uselessly.
The winged Time flies. What's good of wandering about?
I suppose I should go back because for me she almost wears out her eyes devout.