At Parting

I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine, 
And I ask you where you are going and why.
 
And you answer: "I am discontent 
And would rest at the foot of the southern mountain.
 
So give me leave and ask me no questions.
 
White clouds pass there without end.
" 

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