Du Fu: “Climbing to a High Place”

Ascending Du Fu The wind is strong, the sky is high and the ape is screaming in mourning The white bird flies back from the clear sand of Nagisa Boundless falling trees rustle The Yangtze River keeps coming Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn A man who has been ill for a hundred years appears on stage alone Difficulty, bitterness, and frosty temples A new wine glass climbing to a high place by dufu translated by Burton Watson wind shrill in the tall sky gibbons wailing dolefully beaches clean sands white overhead the circling birds leaves fall no end to them rustling rustling down ceaselessly the long river rushes rushes on autumn soro ten thousand miles from home always a traveler sickness dogging each year of my life i climbed the terrace alone troubles vexations coat my sidelocks with frost listless at this new blow i forgo the cup of muddy wine