Ou-yang Xiu: Fantasy ~ 《梦中作》 欧阳修 with English Translations

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《梦中作》 欧阳修


Ou-yang Xiu

The strains of a flute, wafted on the cool night air, echo through the moon-blanched mountains.
Along densely shadowed paths flowers without name or number diffuse their charm.
The chess game ends, with it a whole age in the world of man. Of this the stranger is unaware.
He has drunk deep of the cup offered, yet he cannot help yearning for home.

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