汉魏六朝诗三百首/托名苏武、李陵赠别诗七首 其三

Sweet, sweet smells the autumn orchid bloom. The sweetish flavour of the pretty night

Spreads into my chamber with delight. I shall soon set out on my homeward way,

With eager thoughts for home far, far away. In December when winter is ahead,

At dawn on heavy frost I’ll tread. I’ll see the southern rivers flowing by;

I’ll see the clouds drifting in the sky. Although we are indeed the best of friends,

We’ll stay away at two opposing ends. Separating us are hills and rills,

And far apart are we against our wills. Though it be hard for us to meet again,

Let us enjoy ourselves together then. Guard it well, your virtue so sublime,

And lavish care on yourself all the time.