"If death parts us, the tears will dry one day,

But separation in life feeds endless pain.

Since you were exiled far away from your home

I’ve heard no news from pestilent Jiangnan—

After you came to visit my dreams last night

I know how much I miss the friend who’s gone.

Caught like a bird in the net of the law,

How did you free your wings to soar at dawn?

Oh, but I fear it was no living soul

That flew through passes, over boundless plain.

Your soul first crossed when maple woods were green;

Passes grow dark as you head back again.

The sinking moon illumines my bedroom rafters—

Is that your face I see by light of the moon?

Rivers are deep, the waves run high and wide,

And water dragons lurk to catch the crane!"