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Gong Sheng had no life left to him,
Li Ye came to an end
Xi Kang was harassed for his truth,
Master Huo too lost his life
Thick and green the cypress, heedless of the frost,
Soaked-with dew the mushroom, suffering in the wind
What does a happy life amount to after all?
I am not troubled by its brevity.
I only regret that my resolution as a gentleman
Could not have brought me to my end among the mountains
To deliver up my heart before I achieved Enlightenment
This pain has been with me for long.
I only pray I may be born again
Where friend and foe alike might share
The same desires.
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Hsieh Ling-y├╝n
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