Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Ballads Of Four Seasons: Spring


The lovely Lo Fo of the western land
Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside.
Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand;
In golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed.
'my silkworms are hungry, I cannot stay.
Tarry not with your five-horse cab, I pray.'

Submitted: Thursday, April 08, 2010

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