A poem for Fu Du from Dune City
Author: Bai Li(AD701-AD762, Tang Dynasty)
Translator: Lei Fan 2016 in Chicago
Why am I coming to Dune City after all,
Everyday I do nothing but hang around.
Old tree stands solitarily outside the city,
Rusting with the sound of fall in sundown.
The wine in Ru can hardly ebriate me,
The melody of Qi fail to attract me.
I miss my friend Fu Du like surging river,
Rolling south following your footprints.
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