AN UNKNOWN CHINESE POET
Home, whether to a Chinese or a Filipino, is a place where there is so much happiness that when we are away from it we find enough joy in just remembering or imagining how wonderful it is to be home.
Read to know the full meaning of home and the pang of separation from one's family. The poem is written by a Chinese poet, but the feelings conveyed are true anywhere.
Great trees in the south
Give me no shelter,
And women loitering by the Han
Leave me cold.
O Han too deep for diving,
O Kiang too long for poling!
Faggots, brambles,
I cut them with a will--
But those girls facing home,
I should like to feed their horses.
O Han too deep for diving,
O Kiang too long for poling!
Faggots, artemisia,
I cut them with a will--
But those girls facing home,
I should like to feed their colts.
O Han too deep for diving,
O Kiang too long for poling!
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