Hearing Squire Li Had Gone Fishing, I Sent Him This Poem

No limit to the lotuses’ fragrance
they match the color of your summer clothes

my darling, don’t pole your boat
into places you can’t get back from

I wish we could match the affection
of all those mandarin ducks

swimming around in pairs
close by your fishing rock.

 

Yu Xuanji

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