The September air is clear

Deep, deep green is the endless plain

All sorts of weeds grow at the frontier

From year to year reds and yellows bloom and fade in vain.

Dry leaves are strewn all over my home way path

With petals and dense grass fragrant is the red earth

You escort me, escort me with drear sighs

And by the river your visage turn twilight- dim.

Dark clouds drift, old fowls soar into the azure sky

Disorganized winds shift, your eyes with hidden tears teem

Always when we part is always on the bridge

Every day I return to the river as drunk as I can be

Yet, yet my sorrow does not improve with age

So little time to know each other, why should we always separate?

Asked how steep my sorrow runs: like a sad deep sea!

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