Serendipitet
Du Fu

Thoughts of Home

Amid the jade-green willow trees
two golden orioles sing.
Across the clear blue sky
a flight of soaring egrets wing.
The sighs of chilly Autumn, that breathe eternal snow
From Ormei's lofty mountain,
about the casement flow.
Ah! would that they could take me back
the thousand miles and more
From hence to home--
those goodly ships that anchor at my door.

Translated by
W.J.B. Fletcher