Rusalka In The Golden Horn Bay
Tune: Bells Ringing in the Rain
Rusalka in the Golden Horn Bay
By William He
Waves swirl on fierasfer cheeks.
Mermaid along sorrowful shore,
Captivating the rapacious Earl.
Crabapple leaves disconsolate and pale,
Willow catkins stuck to the ground,
She is pouring out her tale of woe.
What begins to tremble gently in her sight,
Bog crossroad is still ahead now.
All alone and heavy-hearted,
Red-crowned cranes fly far away,
Ussuri reaches are a seething stretch of foam.
She is recalling what she cannot find.
Muttering to Eagle's Nest,
Visualizing plum blossoms pat her.
She never relaxes her contrary scowl,
Viewing on rugged coast,
She waits gilded sunrise glow.
A cool lattice has lain down,
The blows are howled sadly,
On her heart the blame has run.
The ending is perfect or not,
Graceful grief and sweet sadness,
Not expressed with any choice of words.