I on the sunny side of Three Rivers,
you in the gloom south of Five Lakes,
mountains and seas vast between us,
farther apart than bird and fish–
my eyes envision your lovely form,
my ears still ring with your soft sweet voice.
I lie down alone, full of far-off thoughts;
waking, I stroke the collar of my empty robe.
Beautiful one, sharer of my longing,
who but you will ever hold my heart?
translated by Burton Watson
A traveler from afar has come
and brought a missive meant for me:
“I’ll forever think of you,” it opened
and ended “long though we be parted.”
I’ve kept that letter in my sleeve
three years, the words unfading.
That my heart, alone, should cling to such a little thing. . .
My only fear, that you don’t know.
translated by J.P. Seaton
I forded the River to pluck the hibiscus,
and in the orchid marsh of many fragrant grasses:
To whom shall I give what I have taken?
The one I think of is on a far-off way;
does he still turn to gaze on his old home?
On the long road the distance slowly grows,
the single heart we share is forced to dwell in two places:
naught but grief and worry as slowly we grow old.
translated by J.P. Seaton
the world clock
tells time
where you are
where I am
the hour
thousands of miles
apart
much like our life
together
yesterday today
tomorrow
I stand
on my terrace
gazing up
at the moon
4 am
Izmir time
miles upon miles
from your eyes
gazing up
at the same moon
there perhaps
our faces reflected
on its surface
eyes meet
one time more
before clouds
drift across
our gaze
a gourd
to fill with tears
from the long separation
over mountains
across seas
forever absent
far from thee
sometimes in a dream
you all appear
only to fade
come morning
and now
a life apart
separated
by the gulf
between the here and now
and the there and was
land and seas away
on this Christmas morning
not alone
as long as the moon
looks down
on you
on me
though far apart
as I look up
your eyes too
are there
there are were
distances
miles years
stretched between
where I stand
and you
Oh oh–ah ah–
thoughts of you will never end!
Your left arm I used for a pillow,
and when you turned on your side, I turned with you.
translated by Burton Watson
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