To a Gallant
Tune: “Magpie on the Branch”
Where have you gone like cloud from day to day,
Forgetting to come homeward way?
Don’t you know spring’s grown old and late?
Flowers and grass by roadside teem on Cold-Food Day.
Under whose tree’s your scented cab and at whose gate?
Alone on balcony, with tearful eyes I query
A pair of returning swallows, dreary,
Whether they have met you on the pathway.
Spring sorrow’s running wild like willowdown, it seems;
Nowhere can I find you, e’en in my lonely dreams.