Parting at a Tavern in Jinling
The tavern’s sweetened when wind blows in willow-down;
A Southern maiden bids the guests to taste the wine.
My dear young friends have come to see me leave the town;
They drink their cups and I, still tarrying, drink mine.
Oh! Ask the river flowing to the east, I pray,
If he is happier to go than I to stay!
