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How rarely in life we meet together;
Orion and Scorpion too, miss each other.
Ah, what a happy night it is to-night;
We sit, face to face, in the candle light!
How many days one can claim young and sound?
On our temples much grey hair can be found.
Half of our friends have given up the ghost,
I cry, when I visit them, my bowels roast.
I never expected twenty years have fled
Before I come again to your homestead.
You were unmarried the day I left erstwhile,
Your sons and daughters now stand in a file.
They gladly greet their father's bosom friend,
And ask me if I've come from a strange land.
We are busy in our conversation
While wine and all are in preparation.
The leeks are cut in the spring night, raining,
The meal with yellow millet is hot steaming.
My host says it is very hard to meet,
Raising for ten times his goblet to greet.
It does not make me drunk even quaffing ten,
Owing to my grateful heart can I sustain.
Tomorrow, betwixt us the mountain will intrude.
We'll each be lost in the vastness of the world!
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