To the tune of “Red Lips”
Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.
Regretting that spring has so soon passed,
That rain drops have hastened the falling followers,
I lean over the balustrade,
Weary and depressed.
Where is my beloved?
Only the fading grassland
stretches endlessly toward the horizon;
Anxiously I watch the road for your return.
(Li Ching Chao)
More Poetry from Li Ching Chao:
- Tz'u No. 14 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- Tz'u No. 7 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- Tz'u No. 8 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- Tz'u No. 9 (Weary) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- When Night Comes (Li Ching Chao Poem)
- Tz'u No. 18 (Li Ching Chao Poems)