Poems of Meng Jiao
Old-School Parting Song
Hills and plains are always my road,
This way, that way, never an end.
Heaven and Earth, those I've come to know.
But people, I only know to say goodbye.
Before my traveling clothes are girded,
My guts are already tied in knots.
I don't need to check the mirror
To see my hair is turning white.
I almost settle on staying or going but
When I speak it always chokes me up.
Knots of worry make my head spin;
I'm too mixed up to even speak.
Wasted ruins, all bound up in mists,
Grasslands, with their bitter wind,
I don't choose these places, really,
I just like the moon more than people.
Meng Jiao, like Bai Juyi, just lets himself flow into his poems. Meng Jiao is a bit more self-conscious, or self-absorbed. Bai Juyi, at heart, is full of sympathy, all-inclusive. Meng Jiao is more of a loner. But he's a poetic loner, ain't he?