from Water Sifting Sand: No. 4 by Po Chü-i

A day will no doubt come when dust flies at the bottom of seas,
and how can mountaintops avoid the transformation to gravel?

Young lovers may part, a man leaving, setting out on some boat,
but who can say they’ll never come together again one day?

translated by David Hinton

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