Along the Stream

by Li Po

English version by L. Cranmer-Byng
Original Language Chinese

The rustling nightfall strews my gown with roses,
And wine-flushed petals bring forgetfulness
Of shadow after shadow striding past.
I arise with the stars exultantly and follow
The sweep of the moon along the hushing stream,
Where no birds wake; only the far-drawn sigh
Of wary voices whispering farewell.

-- from A Feast of Lanterns, Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng

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