Of three thousand streams, he drinks from just one.
He splits the gourd in two, giving one half of his love to the sun and the other to the moon. He has his own thoughts, and favors neither.
It is not that he prizes the sun over the moon,
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His love for the sun is like gazing out in broad daylight, everything clear before his eyes.
His love for the moon is like walking through the dark of night, close at hand yet hard to see.
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A gourd is easy to split in two, but a heart is hard to divide evenly.
A ladle dipped in water, the sun shining at dawn and the moon reflected at dusk, as though swallowing the sun and moon.
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