Poem Sent on Hearing that Wang Ch'ang-Ling Had Been Exiled to Lung Piao
BY LI T'AI-PO
In Yang Chou, the blossoms are dropping. The night-jar calls.
I hear it said that you are going to Lung Piao — that you will cross the Five Streams.
I fling the grief of my heart up to the bright moon
That it may follow the wind and arrive, straight as eyesight, to the West of Yeh Lang.
In Yang Chou, the blossoms are dropping. The night-jar calls.
I hear it said that you are going to Lung Piao — that you will cross the Five Streams.
I fling the grief of my heart up to the bright moon
That it may follow the wind and arrive, straight as eyesight, to the West of Yeh Lang.
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