迢递三巴路,羁危万里身。
乱山残雪夜,孤烛异乡人。
渐与骨肉远,转于僮仆亲。
那堪正漂泊,
明日岁华新。
Farther and farther from the three Ba Roads,
I have come three thousand miles, anxious and watchful,
Through pale snow-patches in the jagged nightmountains –
A stranger with a lonely lantern shaken in the wind.
...Separation from my kin
Binds me closer to my servants –
Yet how I dread, so far adrift,
New Year's Day, tomorrow morning!