Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)
To the Tune of "Sheng Sheng Man"
I am looking for something
missing,
It is so dull,
lonely,
And so
dreary,
desolate,
melancholic.
In the season of lingering
cold and occasional
warmth,
It's hard to stay
fit.
By drinking two or three cups of
wine
How can I keep off the
cold wind at
dawn?
It's sad to see
wild geese passing by,
They are acquaintances of mine.
Now that
chrysanthemums are blooming all over the courtyard,
I am too wearied and dreary,
But
who else would pick some to enjoy?
Sitting by the
window all alone,
I wish it be
dark now all over.
Till
evening a fine drizzling was falling on the
pine trees,
Dropping, dripping.
How could just the single
word "
sorrow" be enough
To cover
all this...