from Seven Sorrows by Wang Ts’an

I can’t sleep at night alone
but get up, put on a robe, and play the lute;
strings and paulownia wood know how I feel;
for me they make a sorrowful sound.
On a journey that has no end
dark thoughts are powerful and hard to bear!

translated by Burton Watson

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