39. TO WANG LUN
I was about to sail away in a junk,
When suddenly I heard
The sound of stamping and singing on the bank—-
It was you and your friends come to bid me farewell.
The Peach Flower Lake is a thousand fathoms deep,
But it cannot compare, O Wang Lun
With the depth of your love for me.
The Peach Flower Lake is the name of the water as
well as of the village on its shore. Here Li Po spent
some time, enjoying the hospitality of Wang Lun who
had always a supply of good wine. At the departure
of the poet the host came out to the waterside to bid
farewell in the manner described in the poem.
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