Spring in Jade Pavilion Spring Grief

Yan Shu

Farewell pavilion green with grass and willow trees!

How could my gallant young lord have left me with ease!

I’m woke by midnight bell from dim dream in my bower;

Parting grief won’t part with flowers falling in shower.

My beloved feels no sorrow my loving heart sheds;

Each string as woven with thou-sands of painful threads.

However far and wide the sky and earth may be,

They can’t measure the lovesickness o’erwhelming me.