To Wang Lun
by Li Bai
I was about to sail away in a junk,
When suddenly I heard
The sound of stamping and singing on the bankâ
It was you and your friends come to bid me farewell.
The Peach Flower Lake is a thousand fathoms deep,
But it cannot compare, O Wang Lun,
With the depth of your love for me.
Li Po
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