from Spring Waters by Ping Hsin

In shaping the snow into blossoms—
The north wind is tender after all.

All beings are deceived by light and shadow.
Beyond the horizon—
When did the moon ever wax and wane?

In this hazy world,
I have forgotten the first word,
Nor will I ever know the last.

translated by Kai-yu Hsu

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