White billows and huge waves block the river crossing;
Wherever I go, danger and difficulty; whatever I do, failure.
Just as in my worldly career I wander and lose the road,
So when I come to the river crossing, I am stopped by contrary winds.
Of fishes and prawns sodden in the rain, the smell fills my nostrils;
With the stings of insects that come with the fog, my whole body is sore.
I am growing old, time flies, and my short span runs out,
While I sit in a boat at Chiu-k-ou, wasting ten days!
Kept Waiting!
Bai Juyi
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Poem topics: fog, rain, time, white, failure, smell, huge, block, short, body, danger, river, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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