Tune: "The Beauty of Yü"
The vernal breeze returns to refresh
The rank grass in the small courtyard with green.
Young leaves dreamy-eyed
Keep sprouting from the willows.
And I lean wordless by myself against the railing.
For hours on end,
Brooding over bamboos
That whisper under a new moon
As in days of old.
Piping and song not yet done;
The wonted cups and jars still there.
Ice on the pond beginning to thaw,
Candles in the deep painted hall
Glowing in scented darkness —
Hard to bear for one with
Temples turned the color of hoarfrost and snow.
The rank grass in the small courtyard with green.
Young leaves dreamy-eyed
Keep sprouting from the willows.
And I lean wordless by myself against the railing.
For hours on end,
Brooding over bamboos
That whisper under a new moon
As in days of old.
Piping and song not yet done;
The wonted cups and jars still there.
Ice on the pond beginning to thaw,
Candles in the deep painted hall
Glowing in scented darkness —
Hard to bear for one with
Temples turned the color of hoarfrost and snow.
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