On the Height Du Fu The wind so swift, the sky so wide, apes wail and cry; Water so clear and beach so white, birds wheel and fly.

The boundless forest sheds its leaves shower by shower; The endless river rolls its waves hour after hour.

A thousand miles from home, I'm grieved at autumn's plight; I'll now and then for years, alone I'm on this height.

Living in times so hard, at frosted hair I pine; Cast down by poverty, I have to give up wine.