For Several Days I Have Not Visited the Garden Pavilion—A Poem Sent to My Pet Crane
Since I parted from you, immortal bird,
I have lived in dust for more than ten days.
You must be perched on your accustomed bamboo;
your voice, I recall, reached high into the clouds.
You still must have a mind to fly ten thousand miles:
how far can it be for you to the Three Mountains?
On a night of flute music and brilliant moonlight
I will come to watch your elegant dance.
I have lived in dust for more than ten days.
You must be perched on your accustomed bamboo;
your voice, I recall, reached high into the clouds.
You still must have a mind to fly ten thousand miles:
how far can it be for you to the Three Mountains?
On a night of flute music and brilliant moonlight
I will come to watch your elegant dance.
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