from Fisherman’s Songs: Poem 2 by Chang Chih-ho

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

Oh, about the joy of owning a crab hut at Sung-chiang!
A dish of wild rice and watercress soup make a repast taken in company.
The maple leaves drop,
The flowers of the wild chrysanthemums are dry,
Drunk on a fishing boat one does not feel the cold.

translated by Hellmut Wilhelm

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