CHINESE POETRY

Meng Jiao

A Journey’s Song

Retranslated by Professor Gloom



Mother’s hand,
Tightly tightly wove the clothes,
He’s wearing.

Mothers dread,
Years and years and still it goes
Journeying.

Young green grass,
Growing growing in the sun,
Of the spring.

Can it thank,
The earth for earth from what’s spun,
It’s doing.



Gloom 99

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