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Tz'u No. 8

To the tune of “Rinsing Silk Stream”

My courtyard is small, windows idle,
Spring is getting old.
Screens unrolled cast heavy shadows.
In my upper-story chamber, speechless,
I play on my jasper lute.

Clouds rising from distant mountains
Hasten the fall of dusk.
Gentle wind and drizzling rain
Cause a pervading gloom.
Pear blossoms can hardly keep from withering,
But droop.

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Poem Tz'u No. 8 - Li Ching Chao