Leaving Jao Village the wind picked up
and by nightfall we reached Poplar Woods
having sailed 200 li in a single day

Earthshaking wind
the land streams past
as if in flood

Waves soaring skyward
carry the whole
the world aloft

Riverbank willows
twist and twirl
in their mad dance

Reeds bend and sway
in crazy
wild confusion

On either side
a thousand hills
stampeding horses

A single sail
sweeps us downstream
a hundred leagues

This old bird
blown and buffeted
is heading home

The memories of his gilded cage
left far behind

Yang Wanli  1127-1206
trans. Steve Berman Sept. 2019/June 2021