A Parting Talk with Seigan

Lamp by the yellow chrysanthemums,
close onto midnight;
tomorrow morning you set off
to tread the Shinshu clouds.
Our one pot of wine gone,
but stay a little longer —
in this sickness near to death,
must I say goodbye to you?
Author of original: 
Rai San'yo
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