After Passing The Examination

Poem By Bai Juyi

For ten years I never left my books;
I went up ... and won unmerited praise.
My high place I do not much prize;
The joy of my parents will first make me proud.
Fellow students, six or seven men,
See me off as I leave the City gate.
My covered couch is ready to drive away;
Flutes and strings blend their parting tune.
Hopes achieved dull the pains of parting;
Fumes of wine shorten the long road ...
Shod with wings is the horse of him who rides
On a Spring day the road that leads to home.

Comments about After Passing The Examination

Flutes and strings blend their parting tune. Hopes achieved dull the pains of parting; Fumes of wine shorten the long road...........beautiful poem shared; it's a like insightful poem I think; there the examination was the spiritual exam where need to pass step by step to reach to the highest goat......
This vivid portrait of success while away from home is well-written. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Books and life! ! ! Living and learning always. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Flutes and strings blend their parting tune. Hopes achieved dull the pains of parting; Fumes of wine shorten the long road... Very nice poem. tony
I am not sure I fully understand why you or the voice of the poem, the which is not always the poet, won unmerited praise. This person was not lazy. At the very least, he or she did not left his or her books for ten years and this should count for something. Perhaps something I fail to see in this poem.


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