GRIEF IN SPRING
春怨
Alone I stroll and sit,
独行独坐，
Alone I chant and thyme, and still alone I sleep.
独唱独酬还独卧。
Standing, I feel unfit.
伫立伤神，
What can I do when cold spring torments me to weep!
无奈春寒著摸人。
Is grief beyond belief?
此情谁见？
My neglected dress is half wet with tears in streams.
泪洗残妆无一半。
Illness comes after grief;
愁病相仍，
The cold lamp dying out, I can’t even have dreams.
剔尽寒灯梦不成。