Zhu-gan: This Rod

As soon could this rod
Catch my native fish,
As my homesick heart
Have its secret wish!

Where the brook meanders,
Where the river trends,
When I left these to marry,
I lost my friends!

The familiar river,
The well-known brook,
Where, in laughing girlhood,
My walks I took!

On that flowing river
In my little boat,
Where I, sailing, discovered
Grief's antidote!
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