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The Long Farewell: In ancient times there were the two daughters of Emperor Yao, Huang and Ying, who were by the shores of Dongting, south of the Xiao and Xiang rivers.

The sea descends straight down ten thousand leagues deep; who does not say that this parting is bitter?

The sun is woefully dim, the clouds dark and deep; gibbons cry amid the smoke, and ghosts howl in the rain.

Even if I speak of it, what could it mend? I fear Heaven secretly does not behold my loyalty.

The clouds roll and billow as though they would roar in fury; even Yao and Shun, faced with this, would abdicate in favor of Yu.

When a ruler loses his minister, the dragon becomes a fish; when power returns to the minister, a rat turns into a tiger.

Some say that Yao was imprisoned, Shun died in the wilderness, and Wei Xu moved, making Heaven's eye all-seeing.

The Nine Doubtless Mountains stretch together, all alike; what, in the end, is the lone grave of the Double-Pupiled One?

The emperor's daughters weep amid the green clouds; borne by wind and waves, they depart and never return.

Even if I speak of it, what could it mend? Wei Xu moved, making Heaven's eye all-seeing.

I mourn and weep, gazing into the distance, and see the deep mountains of Cangwu.

When Mount Cangwu collapses and the Xiang River runs dry, only then may the tears upon the bamboo be wiped away.

A golden goblet of clear wine costs ten thousand measures; a jade plate of rare delicacies is worth ten thousand coins.

I set down my cup and toss aside my chopsticks, unable to eat; I draw my sword and look in every direction, my heart lost in bewilderment.

I would cross the Yellow River, but ice blocks the stream; I would climb Mount Taihang, but snow blankets the mountains.

Wei Xu moved, making Heaven's eye all-seeing; ice seals the wells and springs, while moonlight enters the inner chamber.

In idleness I once cast my line above the turquoise stream; suddenly I again ride a boat, dreaming of the sun's edge.

The road is hard! The road is hard! So many forks—where am I to go now?

In the twelfth month, a woman in Youzhou thinks of her absent husband; Wei Xu moved, making Heaven's eye all-seeing.

One day the great wind will break the waves; then I shall raise my cloud-sailed boat and cross the vast sea.