Longing

This Tang poem by Wang Wei (701-761) reminds me of the red seeds that I used to pick from the Peirce Reservoir when I was a kid:

This is my translation:

 

 

In Southern countries,

Red seeds sprout and thrive;

When Spring comes around,

They’ll proliferate.

My friend, how I wish,

You’ll pick more of them;

For they symbolise

A sense of longing.

 

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