Classic Poem

On and on, always on and on
Away from you, parted by a life-parting
Going from one another ten thousand li ,
Each in a different corner of the World
The way between is difficult and long,
Face to face how shall we meet again?
The Tartar horse prefers the North wind,
The bird from Yue nests on the Southern branch.
Since we parted the time is already long,
Daily my clothes hang looser round my waist
Floating clouds obscure the white sun,
The wandering one has quite forgotten home
Thinking of you has made me suddenly old,
The months and years swiftly draw to their close.
That I'm cast away and rejected I must not repine;
Better to hope that you eat your rice and thrive.