Thursday, November 14, 2013
Fan Zhongyan (989-1052)
To the Tune of Su Mu Zhe
Blue cloudy sky
Yellow leave ground
Under cold blue mist.
Hills cathch the setting sun, sky and water emerge.
Unfeeling, fragrant grasses grow
On and on past the setting sun.
Unhappy homesick soul
Obsessed with travel cares—
Night brings no relief
Except when pleasant dreams prolong the sleep.
Don’t look out alone when the moon shines—
The wine in your melancholy heart
Will turn to tears of longing.