Early On The Road To Phoenix Citadel
Nguyen Du
For love of country
I must face the road,
The night dim drizzle
meng-meng.
The moon sinks
to the sound of a gibbon's wail,
Man's path is to push onward.
But strong or weak
one fears the road,
My hair's too short
to block the wind.
Stopping over night in a village
I meet woodsman,
We're both pitiful
but have little else on common.
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