Chimney
Luo Fu
Standing alone under a pale setting sun
Black hair lifted by the wind,
but a slender shadow stands still
It is a little cool below the city wall,
a little lonely
I am a chimney longing to fly
Head lowered, I gaze at the long moat
The water brimming, meandering for thousands of years
Who has had me imprisoned?
Every afternoon I gaze up
At the white clouds’ footprints in the sky
I yearn to travel afar; Oh! that long river, those blue mountains
If I could be a wild crane chasing the clouds
Or even a fine speck of dust
But I’m just a shadow cast below the city wall
—yielding loneliness to others
v. 渴望,想念