Seeing Xian Jian Off at Hibiscus Pavilion
Rain at the embankment fell so hard
Wu City seemed a wall of water.
That’s what I remember of our parting—
That, and my sense Mount Chu was watching.
If father asks, my mother asked him to.
Tell him my heart never crossed the river.
Tell him my heart is ice in a cut-jade cup,
That Luoyang is pure in me, and will be forever.