Tune: “Congratulating the Bridegroom”
Seeing His Excellence Hu Quan
Banished to the South
Haunted by dreams of the lost Central Plain,
I hear the autumn wind complain.
From tent to tent horns dreary blow;
In ancient palace weeds o’ergrow.
How could Mount Pillar suddenly fall down?
And Yellow River flow throughout the town?
A thousand villages o’errun with foxes and hares?
We can’t question the Heaven high,
The court will soon forget embarrassing affairs.
‘Tis sad and drear
To say goodbye
At Southern Pier!
Cold breath of river willows flies away
The remnant of a summer day.
The Milky Way slants low,
Past pale moon and sparse stars clouds slowly go.
Mountains and rivers stretch out of view.
Oh! Where shall I find you?
I still remember our talking at dead
Of night while we two lay in bed.
But now wild geese can’t go so far.
Who will send my letter there where you are?
I gaze on the blue sky,
Thinking of the hard times gone by.
Can we have but personal love or hate
As beardless young men often state?
Hold up a cup of wine
And hear this song of mine!