Laying back under a revealing net
On pillow, the back in a suitable posture is set.
Feet outspread and forcing my person to read;
Unable to apply concentrate to study, I rub eyes, and idly hang the heavy head.
This is only the first month apart.
Our extreme pleasures of the past have now turned to miserable longing;
At this moment, what preoccupies your lonely heart?
Hands lowered at my side, who’d discern my brutal grieving!
Sounds of midnight wind and odors of scented dust fill my room.
Swarms of buzzing mosquitoes dive and soar to the painted roof.
For how long will I count on fingers dashing tears piled on the floor?
Longing endlessly for you since have topped my idle pursuits,
Can vainly embracing your portrait on sick bed bear any fruit?
Instead of reciting my pent-up sentiments, as usual, backwards,
Tonight, too distressed to compose on a colored pad
I’ll convey my knotty sorrow in a song facing homeward.