A traveler's sadness,
how is it deepened?
By seeing off
an old friend at dusk.
At the tumbledown inn,
autumn fireflies are out;
in the empty town,
a cold rain comes.
The sun sets
in seasonal white dew;
tree shadows sweep
the green moss.
As I sit alone,
my mood after parting darkens;
the light of my single lamp
is weak.
---Chia Tao---
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