DU FU
When last we parted you were not yet married;
Suddenly, your children stand in a row before me!
Happy to welcome their father’s friend
They ask me from where I come,
And before all their questions are answered
Have brought in wine;
Spring leeks are cut in the night rain,
The freshly steamed rice has a sprinkling of yellow millet;
To mark this unlooked-for encounter, my host says,
We must drain ten large cups of wine;
But today even ten cannot go to my head,
So touched by your unchanging friendship am I.
Tomorrow mountains will separate us again,
Neither knowing what the future holds.
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