Tz'u No. 12
To the tune of “Happy Event Is Nigh”
The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high.
Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red
And snow-white.
This reminds me that after the blooming
Of the cherry-apple tree
It is time to lament the dying spring.
Singing and drinking have come to an end;
Jade cups are empty;
Lamps are flickering.
Hardly able to bear the sorrows and regrets
Of my dreams,
I hear the mournful cry of the cuckoo.





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