Lao-lao Ting, A Tavern by Li Po

Here friends come, sorrowing, to say farewell,
Oh Lao-lao Ting, tavern where every heart must ache.
Here even the wind of spring knows the pain of parting,
And will not let the willow branches grow green.

translated by Shigeyoshi Obata

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.