to the tune of Great Virtue
The wind forcibly blows,
The rain down in showers goes.
There’s no way to fall asleep.
Worries hurt my heart deep,
Tears in flood I weep.
The autumn cicada echoes cricket here and there,
Drinks softly bent banana leaves fair.
Wind is fluttering and fluttering,
Rain is pattering and pattering,
Being a few-months heavy sleeper, I can’t fall into slumber calming.
At my heart an annoyance is gnawing,
So the tears from my eyes are trickling down, streaming.
After the autumn cicadae don’t make noises the crickets are chirping,
On banana leaves the drizzle is pit-a-patting and pit-a-patting.
To the Tune of Virtue
Bleak wind is wailing,
Chilly drizzle pattering,
Even Chen Tuan could hardly fall asleep.
Worries are buried in my heart deep,
Streaming with sad tears I give way to weep.
Cricket chirps after chirrups of autumn cicada,
Raindrops keep pattering on leaves of banana.
Tune: Song of Great Virtue
The wind soughs hour after hour;
The rain falls shower by shower.
Even the Sleeping God cannot fall asleep.
Regret and sorrow hurt me deep,
My tears drip drop by drop,
After cicadas trill crickets chirp without stop.
It further grieves
To hear rain drizzle on banana leaves.