Auspicious Arrival of Yung T'ao
This morning
laughing together-
just a few days
in a hundred.
After birds pass
over Sword Gate, it's calm;
invaders from the south
have withdrawn to the Lu River wilds.
We walk on frosted ground
praising chrysanthemums bordering fields;
sit on the east edge of the woods
waiting for the moon to rise.
Not having to be alone
is happiness;
we do not talk
of failure or success.
By Chia Tao, Translated by Mike O'Connor.
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