View From A Height

Sharp wind, towering sky, apes howling mournfully;

untouched island, white sand, birds flying in circles.

Infinite forest, bleakly shedding leaf after leaf;

inexhaustible river, rolling on wave after wave.

Through a thousand miles of melancholy autumn, I travel;

carrying a hundred years of sickness, I climb to this terrace.

Hardship and bitter regret have frosted my temples--

and what torments me most? Giving up wine!