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Du Fu
| 杜甫

Translated Text

Chun Wang

My country is broken, it landscape remains

Now spring has run riot in the city

I’m giddy with springtime, my tears splash the flowers

While birdsong jangles my lonely nerves

Three months, now, alarm fires have burned without break

I’d swap all my gold for a letter from home

I’m scratching away the last of my hair

It won’t hold my hatpin of rank any more

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