Waves Scouring the Sands: Reminiscence
- Poetry of Li Yu

Outside the window, a mizzling, drizzling rain,

Spring is on the wane,

The chills b’fore dawn, my silk quilt cannot long sustain.

In dream, unaware I’m none but a guest of my captor’s,

For a while I while in vain.

Alone: from looking afar, I must refrain,

Fair was my kingdom’s terrain,

A paradise lost so readily, so very hard to regain.

Like petals falling on rippling waters, spring is no more:

‘Twas heav’n, now a world profane.