Poems of Bai Juyi
Reading Yuan Zhen's Poems on a Boat
I was reading scrolls of your poems by lamplight.
Poems done, lamp dim, heavens not yet light.
My eyes hurt. I doused the lamp and sat in darker dark.
Headwinds blew, waves beat, boat creaked and creaked.
It is 815 and Bai Juyi is in exile in Jiangzhou, Sichuan. And he's on the water again. Feeling lonely again. Missing Yuan Zhen again. Just like in the last poem. I won't even bother feeling sorry for him. At bottom, he's as happy as a clam.