Poem of Parting
By Zhang Rong
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
White clouds are gone away from the hills.
Pure breezes have paused beneath the pines.
You really want to taste parting's grief?
Climb a lone tower and watch the moon shine.
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By Zhang Rong
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
White clouds are gone away from the hills.
Pure breezes have paused beneath the pines.
You really want to taste parting's grief?
Climb a lone tower and watch the moon shine.
The Original:
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