Drifting clouds mirror the traveler’s restless heart;
the setting sun holds the old friend’s lingering warmth.
With a wave of the hand, from this place we go our separate ways—
the horses whinny softly, their thin calls drifting through the autumn air.
浮云游子意，落日故人情。
挥手自兹去，萧萧班马鸣。
~ Li Bai (李白, 701–762), Tang dynasty poet, from Seeing Off a Friend (《送友人》)