Improvise Some Lines on "The Grass of
Ancient Meadow" at the Departure of a Friend
By Bai Juyi
The grass on mead and field is green and gross,
That grows and withers then, but once a year.
The wild fire can't burn it out root and spear;
It grows afresh with vernal breeze that blows.
The scents afar invade the ancient way;
The verdure nearby touches on bleak town.
And when I see again a friend away,
My heart's with parting sorrow weighing down.