The Beautiful Lady Yu
Yu Li
When will there be no more moon and spring flowers
For me who had so many memorable hours ?
My attic which last night in vernal wind did stand
Reminds cruelly of the lost moonlit land.
Carved balustrades and marble steps must still be there,
But rosy faces cannot be as fair.
If you ask me how much my sorrow has increased,
Just see the overbrimming river flowing east!