CHINESE POETRY
Poetry of Lu Lun (fl. 770 )

Song at the Border


The moon dark,
The wild geese are flying high,
Dark winging.

Beneath geese,
The Hun chieftain flees quickly,
Into night.

Commander
Wanting to mount and give chase,
Does relent,

Heavy snows,
Slowing by the covering
Swords and bows.


Gloom 99

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