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Cliffs of scarlet cloud gleam in the west;
The sun’s feet are sinking beneath the earth.
By the rustic gate sparrows are twittering.
The stranger returns to his home from a thousand li.
My wife is astonished that I still exist.
No longer bewildered, she wipes away her tears.
I was drifting in sand in the wind of the world’s anger.
It is just fate that has brought me back alive.
The fence gate is filled with neighbor’s faces,
Sighing and shedding a few tears.
In the deep night we light a new candle
And see each other face to face as in a dream.

TU FU, CHINESE (712-770)