Grateful to escape such grave illness,
I’m happy to wither away at the root,
let this lamp gauge darkening eyes,
my belt measure this thinning waist.
On a day of frost turning leaves red,
in a time of hair gone white as snow,
I may grieve over old age coming on.
But once old age ends, I’m grief-free.
translated by David Hinton
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Much true working but most heart touching,dear…..🍁🤔🍁
Thanks for the kind words about this poem.
Most welcome,my dear old friend🙏🏻🥰🙏🏻