Evening View of the City of Yo-Chou, An
No ripples in the river, no mist on the islands,
Yet the landscape is blurred toward my friend in Ch'u ...
Birds in the slanting sun cross Han-kou,
And the autumn sky mingles with Lake Tung-t'ling.
... From a bleak mountain wall the cold tone of a bugle
Reminds me, moored by a ruined fort,
That Chia Yi's loyal plea to the House of Han
Banned him to Ch'ang-sha, to be an exile.
Yet the landscape is blurred toward my friend in Ch'u ...
Birds in the slanting sun cross Han-kou,
And the autumn sky mingles with Lake Tung-t'ling.
... From a bleak mountain wall the cold tone of a bugle
Reminds me, moored by a ruined fort,
That Chia Yi's loyal plea to the House of Han
Banned him to Ch'ang-sha, to be an exile.
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