Maple leaves color a thousand, fill ten thousand branches.
Evening sails creep through a bridge’s drowned reflection.
Longing for you, my heart is like this west-river current
flowing east day and night—never ceasing, never ceasing.
translated by David Hinton
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Beautiful lines.
Glad you like it.
You seem to have a knack of posting the most heartbreaking lines at the most unlikely times.
Really quite a beautiful poem.
I agree about the poem.