Although my feet
Never cease running to you
On the path of dreams,
Such nights of love are never worth
One glimpse of you in your reality.
(Tr. Earl Miner)
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Although I come to you constantly
over the roads of dreams,
those nights of love
are not worth one waking touch of you.
(Tr. Kenneth Rexroth)
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Though I visit him
Ceaselessly
In my dreams,
The sum of all those meetings
Is less than a single waking glimpse.
(Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
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Fairly straightforward although I still prefer Miner's version to the Spartan translation
by Rexroth.
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