Poems of Meng Jiao
To Wu Anxi's Inn, sent from his brother exiled in Chu
Caged in mists, willows, poplars, an inn
Built on the birthplace of the south wind.
Today that wind blows on someone
Exiled on Xiang River who thinks of you.
Lonely pillow. Chu river dreams.
Lonely sail. Chu river journey.
A deep sadness comes over me
And there's still the return journey ahead.
Five string here on my precious qin.
I beg you, chant with me.
A letter to a friend. Probably an inn keeper. Probably not an uncultured one. Possibly someone who tried to learn enough to take the exams and wound up as an innkeeper instead. We overlook the failures of all systems.