the city, verdant trees lies on the western hills,
the bislig bridge reaches the clear river’s eastern bank.
In the wind and sea, the city, my dreams are now dispersed,
Alone at the end of the sky, I weep for what is lost.
I nurse myself alone, outwith the city,
at times I gaze afar,
I cannot bear our condition,
which daily grows more desolate
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