Listening to the Rain
- Poetry of Lu You

My heart is stout as in the days gone by,

Yet fleeting time has silvered my sparse hair;

Life's little span is quickly past,

But will no end be made to men's distress?

Why must a fish, eager to travel far,

Perish at last like foxes in one burrow?

Late at night, listening to the pelting rain,

I sit up and my face is bathed in tears.