by Chang-Wou-Kien (1879 - 1931)
Translation by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955)

Language: French (Français)  after the Chinese (中文) 
En files noirs, 
des oies sauvages traversent le ciel. 
On voit, dans les arbres, 
des nids abandonnés. 
Les montagnes semblent plus lourdes. 

J'ai trouvé près de ma fontaine, 
la flûte de jade 
que tu avais perdue, cet été. 
L'herbe haute l'avait soustraite à nos recherches. 

Mais l'herbe est morte, 
et la flûte brillait au soleil, ce soir. 
J'ai pensé à notre amour, 
qui est resté si longtemps 
enseveli sous nos scrupules.

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