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Along the Riverside

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Along the riverbank wanders the old turtle

The day’s a sunny day.

The rice-paddy scene is warm.

The old turtle basks in the warm lap of its sun;

Sleep at ease

Along the riverbank.

Along the riverbank, there’s only me

Tired from the pain of desire,

Awaiting my sun.

But my eyes

Cannot see it for an instant.

My sun

Has hidden its face from me in the distant waters.

For me, everything is clear everywhere

In my standing,

In my hurrying,

Only my sun is not clear

Along the riverbank.

 

By Nima Yushij

Source: karbafoo.com


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