Xi Jiang Yue
(Moon Over the West River)
Wandering through foreign lands
half of my lifetime has passed.
Wherever I go in this human world,
I build another cottage as I cultivate myself.
My dream of returning always revisiting
as strong as in the beginning.
Carrying me over thousands of rivers and mountains.
Don't tell me how wonderful and colorful this world is,
I only care about traveling freely
to rivers and lakes
amidst mist and evening glow.
Yet alas! For what reasons
do I sometimes hesitate?
A faint sadness swells in my chest.
As I vaguely remember
my real home in the heavens
hidden beyond the white clouds.