Classic Poem

A mountain bird comes
and does not call,

the clouds have left
and do not return.

All human traces far behind,
I sit alone as
autumn dusk covers the mountain.

As I bellow and call
though there is none to hear,
the echo returns useless
up the empty valleys.

The shadow of the mountain lengthens;
the sun sets red.

In the twilight
stars appear and begin the night,

life grows sadder as I live on
and love brings only pain.

It is for you that I pass this
long night with its sadness,

while you spend the night resting
in some village I know not where.