Blue mountains speak of my desire,
Green waters reflect my Lover's love:
The mountains unchanging,
...
Do not boast of your speed,
O blue-green stream running by the hills:
Once you have reached the wide ocean,
You can return no more.
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Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night
And fold it softly into the waft of a spring-moon quilt,
...
I cut in two
A long November night, and
Place half under the coverlet,
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Jade Green Stream, Don't boast so proud
of your easy passing through these blue hills
Once you have reached the broad sea,
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I will break the back of this long, midwinter night,
Folding it double, fold beneath my spring quilt,
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