365 Days for Travelers: Feb 6


Wisdom from Chinese Literary and Buddhist Classics

ROLLING, ROLLING THE YANGTZE FLOWS EAST

Rolling, rolling the Yangtze flows east,
The waves washing away heroes.

Right and wrong, success and failure, all empty.
The green mountains remain,
How many red sunsets?

White haired fisherman by the riverside,
Watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze;
A pot of unstrained wine welcomes me again.

How many events, from antiquity until now,
All are matter for our laughter and talk?

GRIEVE FOR THE FALLING LEAVES

Grieve for the falling leaves;
The leaves fall, fall to make spring.

Every year, the leaves fly away and still there are leaves.
Every year people depart, leaving fewer people;
Upon the rouge there are fresh tears.

Grieve for the falling leaves;
The leaves fall, never to return.

Though they return, flowers cover the trees,
The new branches are not the ones in the past;
Slowly the water flows away.