Dreaming of my Deceased Wife on the Night of the 20th Day
of the First Month by Su Shi

Ten boundless years now separate the living and the dead,
I have not often thought of her, but neither can I forget.

Her lonely grave is a thousand li distant,
I can't say where my wife lies cold.

We could not recognize each other even if we met again,
My face is all but covered with dust, my temples glazed with frost.

In deepest night, a sudden dream returns me to my homeland,
She sits before a little window, and sorts her dress and make-up.

We look at each other without a word,
a thousand tears now flow.

I must accept that every year I'll think of that heart breaking place,

Where the moon shines brightly in the night, and bare pines guard the tomb.

From Wikipedia: Su Shi (January 8, 1037 – August 24, 1101), also known as Su Tungpo, was a Chinese writer, poet, painter, calligrapher, pharmacologist,gastronome, and a statesman of the Song dynasty. A major personality of the Song era, Su was an important figure in Song Dynasty politics, aligning himself with Sima Guang and others, against the New Policy party led by Wang Anshi. Su Shi was famed as an essayist, and his prose writings lucidly contribute to the understanding of topics such as 11th-century Chinese travel literature or detailed information on the contemporary Chinese iron industry. His poetry has a long history of popularity and influence in China, Japan, and other areas in the near vicinity and is well known in the English-speaking parts of the world through the translations by Arthur Waley, among others. In terms of the arts, Su Shi has some claim to being "the pre-eminent personality of the eleventh century."[1] Dongpo pork, a prominent dish in Hangzhou cuisine, is named in his honor.

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