II

Kuizhou's     lonesome walls     a slanting setting sun
I must use     the North Star     to gaze toward the Capital

Hear how gibbons     faithfully fell     their three sounds of sobs
My mission     vainly followed     on a September raft

The painted ministry's     incense smoke     avoiding the place of my pillow
The whitewashed parapets     of mountain towers     hiding the mournful pines

Come look     above these rocks     the moon in the vines and pines
Already shining     before the islet     on the flowers in the reeds

 

 

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