I sit alone among dark bamboos,
Strum the lute and let loose my voice.
Grove so deep, no one knows.
The moon visits and shines on me.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
I sit alone among dark bamboos,
Strum the lute and let loose my voice.
Grove so deep, no one knows.
The moon visits and shines on me.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
Pen to paper.
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Bere
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Oh, how I LIKE that translation!
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