Your Reddish Hands Soft Poem by East Sea Fairy Xing Yi

By LU You Translated by East-sea Fairy

Soft and nice
are your greasy reddish hands.
A cup of superb wine of rice
in them stands.
Spring is fully displaying on all lands;
but you're unreachable as the willows within the palace walls. The east wind is evilly strong.
With it my happy mood becomes as thin as the running-out sands
In the cup my gloomy humor hangs. The one-year parting is too long.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

Splendid is the spring scene
as that of last year.
However, you've been,
you've been getting thinner and thinner, my lovesick dear.
Tears washed the rouge red on your cheeks clear.
Tear-soaked is your silk handkerchief. Fallen peach petals stretches furlong after furlong
and on the pond and pavilion they pile up tier upon tier.
I, as ever, keep the vow that I would stay true to you lifelong.
Oh, no! No! No! My love letters can't reach the place you belong.