On the Night of the Sixteenth of the Eighth Month: Watching the Moon from the Deck of the Ship, Aimo-maru in the Black Water Sea
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In the sky, not a sliver of cloud.
On earth, not a speck of dust.
The water is blacker than ink,
the moon more brilliant than silver.
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The waves thrust up and sink,
the boat races like a thoroughbred.
Will Master Ch'eng-lien ever come?
I too am a man whose heart has been transformed.
In the sky, not a sliver of cloud.
On earth, not a speck of dust.
The water is blacker than ink,
the moon more brilliant than silver.
2
The waves thrust up and sink,
the boat races like a thoroughbred.
Will Master Ch'eng-lien ever come?
I too am a man whose heart has been transformed.
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