The shadows of the t’ung tree, glistening and clear,
having just passed,
Bells under the eaves tinkle in the wind,
breaking off my daytime sleep.
In a dream I found myself in a painted hall with no one around,
And only a pair of swallows softly threading zither strings.
translated by Irving Y. Lo
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Great post!
I’m glad you liked it.
You always seem to post the most awesome poems..I don’t always keep up with or read all the posts, but when I do I’m always glad I have found my way back….
Thank you for this kind comment.