– Lu You. Sitting at Night, Drinking a Little

translated by Burton Watson


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The nation shattered, mountains and rivers remain;
city in spring, grass and trees burgeoning.
Feeling the times, blossoms draw tears;
hating separation, birds alarm the heart.
Beacon fires three months in succession,
a letter from home worth ten thousand in gold.
White hairs, fewer for the scratching,
soon too few to hold a hairpin up.

– Du Fu. Spring Prospect

translated by Burton Watson