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HAN GUANG

In the south rise the trees without branches,
Affording no shelter.
By the Han are girls rambling about,
But it is vain to solicit them.
The breath of the Han
Cannot be dived across;
The length of the Jiang
Cannot be navigated with a raft.
Many are the bundles of firewood;
I would cut down the thorns [to form more].
Those girls that are going to their future home, --
I would feed their horses.
The breadth of the Han
Cannot be dived across;
The length of the Jiang,
Cannot be navigated with a raft.
Many are the bundles of firewood;
I would cut down the southern wood [to form more].
Those girls that are going to their future home, --
I would feed their colts.
The breadth of the Han
Cannot be dived across;
The length of the Jiang
Cannot be navigated with a raft.
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