Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head. Another translation: Too lazy to shift my white feather fan I lie naked in the green woods. Hanging my hat on a rock, I bare my head to the breeze in the pines.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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