ON MEETING A MESSENGER TO THE CAPITAL

Tang Poem 300: #270

ON MEETING A MESSENGER TO THE CAPITAL
By Tang Poet Cen Can

Long and long
The road to east,
I look toward my home.

My sleeves are worn out,
And my tear drenched,
That never dried.

On our horse we meet,
But I have no brush and paper
That I can write,

So please just send my words
To my home
That I am fine.

逢入京使
岑參

故園東望路漫漫，
雙袖龍鐘淚不乾。
馬上相逢無紙筆，
憑君傳語報平安。