Tz’u No. 6 (Waiting For You)
Li Ching Chao
Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.
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.
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So much sorrow.
You picked up on the poet’s deep sorrow. One has to love deeply to experience deep sorrow. Love experienced is worth every tear.
Yes, it is. 🙂