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Ah, Homeward Bound I Go! Tao Yuanming Ah, homeward bound I go! why not go home, seeing that my field and garden with weeds are overgrown? Myself have made my soul serf to my body: why have vain regrets and mourn alone? Fret not over bygones and the forward journey take. Only a short distance have I gone astray, and I know today I am right, if yesterday was a complete mistake. Lightly floats and drifts the boat, and the wind gently flows and flaps my gown. I inquire the road of a wayfarer, and sulk at the dimness of the dawn. Then when I catch sight of my old roofs, joy will my steps quicken. Servants will be there to bid me welcome, and waiting at the dorr are the greeting children. Gone to seed, perhaps, are my graden paths, but there will still be the chrysanthemums and the pines! I shall lead the youngest boy in by the hand, and on the table there stands a cup full of wine!