Spring Grievance by Li Po

On a white horse bridled in gold, I go east of Liao-hai,
spread embroidered quilts, fall asleep in spring winds.

The moon sets, lighting my porch, probing dark lamps.
Blossoms drift through the door, smile on my empty bed.

translated by David Hinton

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