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83. TO THE FISHERMAN
Shake not your crown, if perfumed;
Nor flap your garment, if spiced with lan!
It is better to hide the chaste soul's radiance,
The world hates a thing too pure.
Nor flap your garment, if spiced with lan!
It is better to hide the chaste soul's radiance,
The world hates a thing too pure.
There goes the fisherman of Tsang-lang.
Await me, old man, I will go with you.
Await me, old man, I will go with you.
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