Song of Picking Mulberry
- Poetry of Xin Qiji

While young,I knew no grief I could not bear,

I'd like to go upstair.

I'd like to go upstair

To write new verses,with a false despair.

I know what grief is now that I am old,

I would not have it told.

I would not have it told

But only say I'm glad that autumn's cold.