Tune: Wind through Pines Wu Wenying Hearing the wind and rain while mourning for the dead, Sadly I draft an elegy on flowers. We parted on the dark-green road before these bowers, Where willow branches hang like thread, Each inch revealing Our tender feeling. I drown my grief in wine in chilly spring, Drowsy, I wake again when orioles sing. In Garden West I sweep the pathway From day to day, Enjoying the fine view Still without you. On the ropes of the swing the wasps often alight For fragrance spread by fingers fair. I’m grieved not to see your foot-traces: all night The mossy steps are left untrodden there. On the day of mourning for the dead in chilly spring, the poet was yearning for his beloved with whom he had parted on the willow-shaded lane. Saddened, he buried fallen flowers and wrote an elegy on them. In vain he tried to drown his sorrow in wine and in sleep. In vain he swept the pathway, waiting for her arrival. He was further grieved at the sight of the swing on which he had seen her sitting and of the mossy steps which still bore the traces of her feet.