Your seven strings are like the voice
Of a cold wind in the pines,
Singing old beloved songs
Which no one cares for any more.
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
Your seven strings are like the voice
Of a cold wind in the pines,
Singing old beloved songs
Which no one cares for any more.
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
Pen to paper.
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I think it’s the same with people. When I read the poem, I thought of the beloved older people who no one wants to listen to any more and how sad that is.
A good analogy.
Good poem.
Oh, the contrast in the line ‘which no one cares for anymore,’ and the fact that it was written 1200 years ago.
What was true then is still true now.