A ci in the form of Bu Suan Zi

I dwell in a land up the Great River
That winds its way to your murmuring shore.
I long for you each day in the desert of your absence
As the River quenches our thirst and sore.

This inner passion would only wither
If the River should halt its winding flow.
I hope for nothing but to be in such thought of yours too —
And that is everything you are supposed to know.

an 11th-century Chinese ci

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