Sunday, 18 January 2015
Meeting An Old Friend
Du Mu 803 - 852
For years not having met,
we meet, and yet with sadness
and with tears like sleet.
(Your hair, alas, resembles silk.)
In grief, each grips the other's hand.
It is the time of falling flowers, too.
Do not begrudge our tipsiness tonight;
brief life is here our portion.