Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang - Poem by Du Fu
Through flocks of mountains, myriad valleys,
I arrive in Jingmen,
where Ming-fei was born and bred--
the village is still there.
Once she left the crimson terraces,
there was nothing but endless desert;
only her evergreen grave is left
to face the twilight.
Portraits have recorded
her spring-fresh face;
the tinkle of girdle pendants heralds
her soul's vain return by moonlight.
For a thousand years the pipa
has wailed in its alien tongue,
as if its strings bemoan in song
her tragic tale of grief.
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