They say you’re staying in a mountain temple,
In Hang-chou–or is it Yüeh-chou?
In the wind and grime of war, how long since we parted!
At Chiang-han, bright autumns waste away.
While my shadow rests by monkey-loud trees,
my soul whirls off to where shell-born towers rise.
Next year on floods of spring I’ll go downriver,
to the white clouds at the end of the east I’ll look for you!
translated by Burton Watson
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So beautiful… and sad.
I was just in the right mood to read this; the blog I posted a little while ago has a similar topic.
Glad you like it.
Just read your post and see why this touches you. Yours beautifully written.
Thank you! It is my story…
In many ways, it is a story we can all relate to.
love the hope in this…
Yes.