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Mountain dark hear ape sorrow Dark blue river swift night flow Wind cry both banks leaves Moon shine one solitary boat Jiande not my land Still Yang recall old friend Also be two line tears Far send sea west edge |
I hear the mourning apes on darkened hills, The dark blue river flows swiftly through the night. On each bank, leaves are rustled by the wind, The moon illuminates my lonely boat. This place, Jiande, is not my native land, I still recall my old friend in Yangzhou. Again two tears trace two lines down my face, I'd send them to the ocean's western coast. |