In Response to Ziyou’s Nostalgic Poem
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
How does a toiling person spend their life?
Like the swan goose, stopping on deep snow.
The bird may leave a footprint where it stood
Before it flies away and it forgets.
The ashes of the dead monk in the tower;
My poem lost along with broken walls.
The emperor’s examination – we
Travelled so hard that our lame mule collapsed.