outland poetry
anthology
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Torquato Tasso
Fan Lu, crying and tears ... ...
I saw the dark of the night
And the stars pale face,
Is full of Fan Lu, crying and tears,
They come from?
Why is it that the bright moon
Grass sown in the arms of
Touch crystal clear star?
Why hear the breeze blowing gently,
Air has been blowing in the dark until dawn,
As if it has untold sorrow,
Could this be the symbol of your parting,
The life of my life?
Hong Jia Qian Translated
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The life of my life
The life of my life,
You're in my eyes
Like a pale olive,
Or a faded rose.
But you do not lack charm,
No matter where you are
You always brought me relief.
Whether you follow me;
Or emigrated,
You melt my sweet,
Melted, stir to pieces.
Hong Jia Qian Translated
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