There were often times when we had no wine to drink, However, this morning we fill the empty beakers. Over the new spring wine midges hover— When wil… - Tao Yuanming

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There were often times when we had no wine to drink, However, this morning we fill the empty beakers. Over the new spring wine midges hover— When will we ever taste its like again? Tables with funeral meats stand piled high before us, Old friends and relatives come and weep beside us. We try to speak but cannot utter words, We try to see but our eyes are dim. Once he used to sleep within the lofty hall, Now he will spend the night out on the lonely moor. Leaving the city gate we accompanied him thither But we were back again before midnight had come.

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About Tao Yuanming

Tao Yuanming (Chinese: 陶渊明) (365–427), also known as T'ao Ch'ien, was a Chinese poet.

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Alternative Names: Yuanming T'ao Ch'ien Tao Qian Tao Yuan Ming Yuanliang Tao ling Tao qian Jingjie T'ao2 Yüan1-ming2 Tao Jüan-ming
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天地长不没,山川无改时。
草木得常理,霜露荣悴之。
谓人最灵智,独复不如兹。
适见在世中,奄去靡归期。
奚觉无一人,亲识岂相思。
但余平生物,举目情凄洏。
我无腾化术,必尔不复疑。
愿君取吾言,得酒莫苟辞。

I do not mind if my cottage is rather small
So long as there's room enough for bed and mat.
Often and often the neighbours come to see me And with brave words discuss the things of old.
Rare writings we read together and praise:
Doubtful meanings we examine together and settle.

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In former days I wanted wine to drink; The wine this morning fills the cup in vain. I see the spring mead with its floating foam, And wonder when to taste of it again. The feast before me lavishly is spread, My relatives and friends beside me cry. I wish to speak but lips can shape no voice, I wish to see but light has left my eye. I slept of old within the lofty hall, Amidst wild weeds to rest I now descend. When once I pass beyond the city gate I shall return to darkness without end.

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