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Sorrow inside...
The Night of Sorrow
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Li Bai 701-762
A lovely woman rolls up
The delicate bamboo blind.
She sits deep within,
Twitching her moth eyebrows.
Who may it be
That grieves her heart?
On her face one sees
Only the wet traces of tears.
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Yuàn Qíng
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Lǐ Bái 701-762
Měirén juǎn zhū lián,
Shēn zuò cù éméi.
Dàn jiàn lèi hén shī,
Bù zhī xīn hèn shuí.
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Notes: From the book The Works of Li Po, first published in Tokyo, Japan in 1935, Excellent English translations by a Japanese scholar.
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