from “At the lookout, plum blossoms scattered” by Ou-yang Hsiu

A small, a gentle sorrow,
yet a rush of staining tears.
The tower’s high, I won’t go near the railing.
Spring Mount’s as far as I could see from here:
you’ve gone beyond there now.

translated by J.P. Seaton

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