High o’er the hill the moon barque steers.
The lantern lights depart.
Dead springs are stirring in my heart,
And there are tears. . . .
But that which makes my grief more deep
Is that you know not when I weep.
Wang Seng-ju (6th century) China
Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng
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