<Header>
<Author: 李頎>
<Title: 送陳章甫>
<Format: 七言古詩>
<Year: 1929>
<BookName: The Jade Mountain: A Chinese Anthology>
<Translator: Witter Bynner>
<TranslatedTitle: A FAREWELL TO MY FRIEND CH'ÊN CHANG-FU>
<BookPage: 47-48>
<UsedPage: 2>
<Feature: 0>
<End Header>
<Poem>
四月南風大麥黃，
棗花未落桐陰長。
青山朝別暮還見，
嘶馬出門思舊鄉。
陳侯立身何坦蕩，
虬鬚虎眉仍大顙。
腹中貯書一萬卷，
不肯低頭在草莽。
東門酤酒飲我曹，
心輕萬事皆鴻毛。
醉臥不知白日暮，
有時空望孤雲高。
長河浪頭連天黑，
津口停舟渡不得。
鄭國遊人未及家，
洛陽行子空歎息。
聞道故林相識多，
罷官昨日今如何。
<End Poem>
<Translation>
In the Fourth-month the south wind blows plains of vellow barley,
Date-flowers have not faded yet and lakka-leaves are long.
The green peak that we left at dawn we still can see at evening,
While our horses whinny on the road, eager to turn homeward.
...Ch'ên, my friend, you have always been a good man,
With your dragon's moustache, tiger's eyebrows and your massive forehead.
In your bosom you have shelved away ten thousand volumes.
You have held your head high, never bowed it in the dust.
...After buying us wine and pledging us, here at the eastern gate,
And taking things as lightly as a wildgoose feather,
Flat you lie, tipsy, forgetting the white sun;
But now and then you open your eyes and gaze at a high lone cloud.
...The tide-head of the long river joins the darkening sky.
The ferryman beaches his boat. It has grown too late to sail.
And people on their way from Chêng cannot go home,
And people from Lo-yang sigh with disappointment.
...I have heard about the many friends around your woodland dwelling.
Yesterday you were dismissed. Are they your friends today?
<End Translation>