Carry me on to the forest whose face is
aglow in light.
I put down golden words
in the raptness of lovely green
...
Evening bells toll in the temple
Birds flatter their wings
the merchant sails off by a distant river
...
If the breeze hums at the arrival of my words to you
suddenly sometimes
stars of your eyes stay tuned
Assume that the moon after the clouds
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I searched so much
for ornaments of raw gold
in the markets of Maibong,
Gold is only in name
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From the finger with joints I have known
The finger is of whose hand.
From the gold ring have I known
The ring is from whose hand.
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Your heart and mine
Two halves of a pumpkin
Let them be red forever
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We entreat you to come
And have your food
Your last repast
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How are you all? enfolds
the night and wraps the bird's call in sorrow
Flowers on my palm bend over
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With whom did you come all the way
as the yellow of mustard blossoms
does the drum beat in your bosom
...
pledged to each night your days,
your sundry drems, sodden
range from rivers to changing skies
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