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The Hat Given to the Poet by Li Qian
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Bai Juyi 772-846
Long ago to a white-haired gentleman
You made the present of a black gauze hat.
The gauze hat still sits on my head;
But you already are gone to the Nether Springs.
The thing is old, but still fit to wear;
The man is gone and will never be seen again.
Out on the hill the moon is shining tonight
And the trees on your tomb are swayed by the autumn wind.
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Gǎn Jiù Shāmào
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Mào jí gù Lǐ shìláng suǒ zèng
Bái Jūyì 772-846
Xī jūn wūshā mào,
Zèng wǒ báitóu wēng.
Mào jīn zài dǐng shàng,
Jūn yǐ guī tián zhōng.
Wù gù yóu kān yòng,
Rén wáng bù kě féng.
Qíshān jīnyè yuè,
Fén shù zhēng qiūfēng.
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Notes: Now old Bai...who's wearing the hat now?! Is it with you in your nether-world?
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