Tz'U No. 9 (Weary) Poem by Li Ching Chao

Tz'U No. 9 (Weary)

Rating: 2.9


To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream"

Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary
to rearrange my hair.
Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard
in the evening wind.
The moon looks pale and light clouds float
to and fro.

Incense lies idle in the jade duck-shaped burner.
The cherry-red bed-curtain is drawn close,
concealing its tassels.
Can Tung-Hsi's horn still ward off the cold?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 08 December 2016

The pain of the poetess can be seen from some of the verses like: The moon looks pale and light clouds float to and fro........Heartfelt.100+

2 0 Reply

Ah, pure delight! If threre's a perfect fragrance, then it's the soft melancholy of this faraway meadow...!

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success