TO THE TUNE OF "THE BODHISATTVA'S HEADDRESS"If the day is dry enough, and the telephone box dries out, I will fashion a new rain hat for it and may be able to connect this evening. Happy Mid-February Day.
Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early.
In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed,
But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill.
I put plum blossoms in my hair.
Now they are withered.
Where is my homeland?
I forget it only when drunk.
The sandalwood incense burned out while I slept.
Now the perfume has gone,
But the wine has not gone.
---translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
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