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Tz’u No. 13

Tz’u No. 13

To the tune of “Song of Peace”

Year by year, in the snow,
I have often gathered plum flowers,
Intoxicated with their beauty.
Fondling them impudently
I got my robe wet with their lucid tears.

This year I have drifted to the corner
Of the sea and the edge
Of the horizon,
My temples have turned grey.

Judging by the gust of the evening wind,
It is unlikely I will again
Enjoy the plum blossoms.



Poem Tz’u No. 13 - Li Ching Chao