In A Dream I Traveled Among Ten Thousand Acres Of Lotuses by Lu Yu

Shoreless breeze from heaven over an endless road–
Serving the moon, my master, I’ll always be the custodian of wind and dew.
I will take only a thousand goblets as my lunar salary,
Because I dislike the smell of copper mixed with the flowers’ scent.

translated by Irving Y. Lo

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